Yes, my birthday was perfect, The day started well, with a long phone call from my brother Arthur in Holland, then our friends Rachael and Matt called in on their way home from the hospital to show us their 2 days old baby David. Still time to catch the bus to our favourite Thai restaurant, where as a friendly gesture the lady brought us a wedge of cake with icecream and cream and a burning candle! That candle is now lying next to me, near the keyboard.
Leaving the restaurant a solid curtain of rain kept us sheltering, but the cloudburst was over before our bus into town came. We bought a litlle present for David. Walking along the road a lady stopped next to us to offer us a lift. We had never seen her before, but she took us to the postoffice so we could send the parcell. Finally more than an hour at the Fat Camel, the only Israeli rstaurant, and home again. Everyone we saw was friendly, no, FRIENDLY. More calls, also of course from son Roger.
So yes, my birthday was prefect, except there was no sign of life from our eldest son Gino - Luigi Cappel - nor from his family. No more hoping. He no longer acknowledges us as his parents.
It feels like a large funeral to us. Our son, our daughter in law Charmaine, our granddaughters Gemma and Tracy, and even our great granddaughter Madison. All gone.
A funeral, but no Kaddish, no closure.
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