The visits with Marjan were beautiful. We shared a wonderful time. It felt as if we were two little kids who had been mad at one another for a long time. Somewhere, somehow we walked through this door & all of that energy was gone! We were back, the loving energy we shared surrounded us, we sat there laughing like two little kids. I totally enjoyed her & miss her right now. She told me she shared the wonderful times we had on her blog with her readers (www.bloggen.be/nodeathpenalty - in Dutch).
The visits went by very fast. One of the guards was kind to us. On the first visit she told us we had 5 minutes left. So I reminded her of the time we lost on media. She remembered & promised she would allow us some extra time. True to her word she allowed us far more than 5 minutes...
Marjan kept looking at her watch worrying about the time. I told her to relax and we ended our visit without some guard telling us. The last day is always the hardest because inside our minds we know it's the last time we're going to see one another for a while - something we dread the most.
Watching Marjan walking away, going through the rolling steel door, down the long glass hallway - she always stops to see if I'm watching, waving goodbye for the last time, smiling, then walking through another door out of sight - this kills me! Inside watching this I'm dying because I want to walk out that door with her, into the sunlight, out of this dark place...

20-10-2010, 00:00 geschreven door Sunshine