Dear Rachel, Scarlett,
We were so shocked to hear about Gregoire's passing away. So unexpected, such an injustice to him and the two of you. We wish we could have been in La Turballe today to offer a shoulder to cry on. Instead, we'll share some memories.
Of Gregoire at Sietske's house, making a meal for Sietske and Gerard and the whole english bunch, experimenting with John de Boer's (a famous Dutch chef) spice mix from the supermarket.
Of Gregoire's everlasting Zappa goatee, making him the forever hippie - only one with a sense of humour.
Of Gregoire and you, RAchel, in Normandy in the big farm (the haute ferme?), celebrating the millenium change with a whole lot of people from all over Europe. And of Scarlett and Renzo, both born in 1999, destined to be married to eachother by their parents (never mind their freedom of choice).
The sadness writing this all down is a bit compensated by the good memories we have of Gregoire and you. But it's not enough....
If we can do anything to help, let us know. We've got a house in Amsterdam, a small chalet in the forest an hour away from here, an ear and a heart that will allways be there for you.
We wish you all the strength you need. And more.
Marq & Eveline