Uren, dagen, maanden, jaren, vliegen als een shaduw heen. ……
( Hours, days, months, years, fly past like a shadow.) was a line that I’ve heard my (late-) mother use so many times.
(Google will tell me if that’s a poem or a song.)

In May, 2004, my mother passed away after suffering from Alzheimers, for many years.
Five days ago, I was at the chemist. My watch is never on the correct date.

Chantelle told me: 28 July. Oh! I said. Today my mother would have been 90.
I drove to Bankstown hospital, where my father ( 14 days older than my mother. Both born in Gouda. ) is, again.
In the corridor a nurse recognised me. I recognise your face , he said. I looked after your mother. She used to walk round and round the corridors.
Small world!!

P.S.. Sure enough! Thanks to Google Written by: _Mr. Rhynvis Feith
1753 – 1824 (Proeve van eenige gezangen, 1805 = Selection of some songs, 1805) very much associated with the passing of another year – New Years Eve.

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