The next day at work found Dave Frankston feeling elated. Everything was going as planned and now Conno had phoned him yesterday evening with the news that he was coming to the reunion, he could start making arrangements. First on his list was contacting Debbie’s biological mother. Suddenly, elation made way for a surge of anxiety. How would her mother react? ‘Well, mate, there’s no turning back now,’ he said to himself as he poured himself a cup of nice strong tea and walked over to his desk.
Part 5 in the Helena Series
“Ohhh,” Helena and Marlon sighed as the most radiant sun they had ever seen, appeared before them.
They gazed at the sun to see it transform into a smiling woman’s face so full of love that it brought tears to their eyes. A warm and gentle voice spoke.
“Dear children, I am called Tamar. Please, come closer.”
The two friends did as they were asked.
“My name is Helena,” Helena said without the slightest hesitation.
“And I am called Marlon,” Marlon added with equal enthusiasm.
“Yes, I know, my little wise ones. I have been watching you from above since the day you were born.”
“Were you expecting us, Tamar?” Helena asked.
“Yes, I was indeed. Just as humankind has been expecting me for thousands of years.”
“So, you are the long-expected Sun,” Helena said to her own surprise, as the words did not feel as if they were her own.
“Yes, I am,” Tamar replied, “and to the ancients I am also known as Sirius.”
Part 2 in the Helena Series
Still smiling, Helena walked over to the tiny oak sapling and knelt down beside it.
“Grandma,” she said again, only this time a little louder, “I’m so glad you’re still here.”
At the same moment, a breeze gently stroked her dark brown locks. To Helena it felt as if Grandma was talking to her by way of the wind. She smiled even more and took pleasure in the warm, glowing sensation she felt in her heart. Then, she stood up and walked slowly to the big oak that shaded the little oak from the heat of the afternoon sun.
Many years ago, in a little mining town in the north, a newborn baby boy lay ill from pneumonia in his hospital cot. As the wind howled in the fjord outside, he gasped for air and longed for the loving warmth of his mother. Where was she? He felt her alright, even though she was not near, in the same way he could hear the comforting resonance of his father’s voice. Why then, could he not decide whether to live or die?
Tomorrow in the Netherlands, it will be Remembrance Day, and the day after it will be Liberation Day. It’s days like these that give me mixed feelings. Is it a good thing to remember those who gave us our freedom and then celebrate this freedom? Well, maybe. In this way we can experience gratitude and be aware of the importance of freedom. On the other hand, it makes us focus on suffering.