Bertus, our youngest son, was and is our worry child. However, he was never sickly, and by no means dumb. Just terribly mischievous. This child was different from our Wim. You could call Bertus a maverick. Despite his 42 years, he always remained our sweet misfit. Like our Wim, he emigrated to Canada, so we flew there every other year to visit them… nice trips but a bit expensive when you’ve been retired for years.