I'm from Belgium, just like Pieter, and a former colleague of mine worked with him and knows him well. I didn't want to read its previous blog post when I saw the title on HN. Then that former colleague posted it on Facebook, and I told myself the title was about Pieter himself. The father of my girlfriend died from cancer a few months ago. When I met him three years ago he was fine. Not sure if it is a good idea to…
Yet it's part of the order of things, isn't it? Loss forces us forwards. My kids are strong and they know it and they'll get courage in their darkest moments by remembering that I was never afraid, angry, or self-destructive, when I was dying.
This part, it is playful and joyful, and I'm so incredibly happy to be part of it.
And I'm not on any drugs, just a large carton of Ayran my son bought me from the baker this morning. :)