Yesterday my younger sister Tineke called with a ‘message’ she said. “I’ll read it to you!” What followed was an announcement from the local paper’s obituary page, about the passing of the father of my youth friend Barend. I visited him last September at which time he was 104 of age. ‘All I do is go from my bed to my chair in the morning and back again at night’ he told me in his laconic way.
He would have been 105 later this month, but I’m sure that he felt he’d lived long enough, well attended to by his many children who visited him regularly. Piet, the youngest of the children who I know, opened the door last September and we chatted a bit as well. Also in 2002 and 2003 did I visit the old father Piet - as he was called too - being in the same Loborch home in Zeist NL as my aunt Stien (2007d; 97), my Dad’s (1996d; 87) younger sister. They befriended each other in that home so late in life.
With the passing of this old father of my youth friend Barend, the door closes on the me fore going generation. It is indeed a last good bye after so many before and who are already joined by several of my own generation.
With the passing of this old father (104) of my youth friend Barend, the door closes on the me fore going generation.
The feeling of invulnerability so typical of being young, now slowly makes its transition to the acceptance of the unavoidable submission to that last passing from this physical body of my life force, or as the Maya call that ‘the extinguishing of the white flowery breath’.
Last night I studied part way into chapter ten (10) in ‘The Maya’. This chapter addresses the Maya culture of today, complemented with some colonial and modern historical events. Suppression and resilience are the two operative nouns in this narrative of one human group holding another in submission for self benefit.
But, it is not solely that, because external forces penetrate the power structures, dissolving and weakening the power structure’s hold, while opening new ways for the suppressed party to express. The image comes to mind of grass and green growing out of a cracked wall today, in a reverse analogy to the forest’s growth over the Maya cities of yesterday.
On a practical note, the new laundry machines arrived yesterday modern looking with the required electronics, but as long as they wash and dry. Later on this aft Elisabeth and I will visit some friends of hers, who we met last fall for the first time.