A story from three words: Exist, Silky, and Heart

It was an early Sunday, and the sun was late to come up. Normally the sun would rise at exactly 7:00 AM. But today, the sun was too lazy. Mr. sun sat behind a mountain range and lazily snuck his rays over the edge. At the base of the mountain range was a village ofContinue reading “A story from three words: Exist, Silky, and Heart”

Dear Opa

           My Opa (Dutch for Grandfather) passed away on the 23rd of December at 97 years old (1926-2023). Almost exactly one year ago (December 28, 2022) I visited his brother Johan in Grijpskerk Netherlands, and wrote about our time together. Today I revisited that writing and I want to share it in remembrance of myContinue reading “Dear Opa”