
My dad's sister, Bartje, aka Zus (meaning sis in Dutch), passed away yesterday. I never really got to know my dad's bothers and sisters very well... I've met them all (except Gerrit -- he passed away before I was born) a handful of times, but they could only speak Dutch -- we had to communicate through smiles and hugs. But I am so thankful for the stories my dad has told me about growing up with 7 brothers and sisters (and my, all those different personalities!). I was able to see tante Zus when I visited the Netherlands 4 years ago... she looked just like a wonderfully sweet grandma (and one that might bake a lot of cookies).
My heart is heavy and I pray for peace for my family...





























