Diary, July 1995

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Saturday, July 8, 1995

This is a very sad day in the history of my family. On this day, my nephew Lorenzo, who was only three years old, was drowned and died. He was the son of my sister.

His funeral will be next Wednesday.

(This entry was written on Monday, July 10)

Wednesday, July 12, 1995

The Funeral of Lorenzo

Last Saturday my nephew (the son of my sister Cocky) Lorenzo was drowned and died. Today was his funeral (cremation to be more precise).

My sister Cocky had made a tape with the favourite songs of Lorenzo: some children songs, and parts of music from the video-tapes he loved to watch. The coffin was still open, and he still looked very beautiful, almost like he could wake-up every moment. It was a nice funeral, a real children's funeral. Some of my other nephews were also there. And although many people cried, it was kind of happy as well. We did not have any pastor speaking at the service, but my mother, a sister of Aernout (my brother-in-law) and someone else said some words. We also sang a short childrens song together.

(This entry was written on Thursday, July 13. Mentioning of others funerals.)

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