This year, my tennis club celebrates 50 years excistence. This weekend, we celebrate. Lots and lots of fun stuff and activities, in great company of friends by all ages. Good food, excotic beverages and performances and music. The sun is also around to add to the fun. I’m excited!
But yet again, on days like these, my mind drifts to you, Bram. Over the years, I’ve seen you grow up from a shy and insecure kid to a handsome and wise young man, a wide-eyed dreamer with an open mind and a very kind heart. You were incredible loved on our club, and more than once, you sparkle a conversation, which always ends in laughter, despite the tears.