Category: Opa Dekker
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~ Thursday
Read More: ~ ThursdaySo, Opa returned home on Thursday morning, after saying a heartfelt goodbye to the nurses. “You are all darlings,” Opa said with emotion.
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~ Wednesday
Read More: ~ WednesdayBy nine o’clock the phone was ringing and Maaike jumped on it, “Yes, missus Buma here?” Doctor de Vries said they had examined Opa and, apart from the inflammation, there was nothing wrong
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~ Tuesday
Read More: ~ TuesdayTuesday morning, eleven o’clock. Maaike had already hurried up the stairs several times, as Dad kept to his bed. She had left his bedroom door open so she could see him from the landing. She had even cautiously gone further into the bedroom a few times, to make sure Dad was still breathing.
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~ By Opa Assies
Read More: ~ By Opa AssiesThey had gone back along back roads, slowly, because there were many potholes in the gravel roads, and Pieter loved his van almost as much as Maaike. Those gravel roads divide Ontario into sections about three kilometres square, Pieter said.
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~ Monday
Read More: ~ MondayThe weather has suddenly turned. When Opa wakes up in the morning, he hears the wind howling around the house and gusts of rain slamming against the window. So it can be like that here too!
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~ Sunday Afternoon
Read More: ~ Sunday AfternoonMaaike had only invited no church people for coffee after the morning service. After all, they already had visitors. On top of that, none of their friends smoked anymore, and they certainly wouldn’t have appreciated Opa’s eternal pipe. If only they could have sat outside.
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~ Sunday Morning
Read More: ~ Sunday MorningOpa arrived Saturday evening. Maaike had given the house an extra good cleaning on Friday, because that’s what you do when you have visitors. Opa would probably not notice if the carpets had been vacuumed or dusted
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~ A Glad Reunion
Read More: ~ A Glad Reunion“Please come with me,” said the flight attendant, who had helped him so wonderfully throughout the journey. At the exit of the plane stood the second pilot. Looked at him piercingly. “Did you have a good trip, Mr. Dekker?”
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~ Opa Flies On
Read More: ~ Opa Flies OnThe lady next to him did talk to the girl, but did not say much to him. She was definitely a bit shy. Opa did not want to impose himself either; that was so not in his nature. Like so many from the pre-war working class
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~ Opa Departs for Canada
Read More: ~ Opa Departs for CanadaOpa Dekker. Eighty and still fit as a fiddle. A bit stiff in the bones in the morning, but by ten he is still resiliently walking around the block. A lifetime of hard work has not spoiled his body.