Marjolein Voorberg

MAS-Communicatie

You would have found it strange that I’m addressing you directly.

I can’t read it anymore, you know that, right? you would have remarked lightly, with irony. And then, with a warm look in your dark brown eyes, trying to soften the merciless content for me: I’m dead, mom. I can’t hear you anymore.

I know, son. I know but all too well. But watch with me, read with me. If I talk about you in the third person there’s distance. If I address you directly I bring you closer. Then you’re here with me even though you’re dead. Can you see that?

Hm, you say. As long as you know it’s not possible, right?

On paper, anything is possible, son. You know that too.

Yep, you say. Yep. And just like that you’re gone.