Kristine and Fiona,
I just want to send a hug and it has to be over the internet. I'm sorry to hear of your Mom's passing. I want to tell you that I have a very vivid memory of your visits to our dental office which makes me smile and touched my life. One time I came out to the reception area to bring you back and noticed you intently reading from the " bible" while sitting beside your mom. When I mentioned what I observed, you confided in me that it was actually your iPhone case and your mom didn't notice the difference! I ended up buying an iPhone case similar to yours (although it doesn't have the cross on the front) and now every time I use my phone I think of you! You were blessed to have her in your life for so long- moms have a very special place in our hearts. My condolences to you and family.
Dear Kristine and Fiona, I have been staring at this page for over a week. We are asked to share a memory and I realise I get stuck – how do I do that? She was a part of my growing up, a so constant feature that as a child you take it all for granted. She and Oom Ton were more like second parents (but I could get away with much more!!) than aunt and uncle. I am flooded with memories instead: Friday nights at our house, smoking, the house on Lakeview, Estée Lauder perfume, BBQs in the backyard with that tiny hibachi grill and the lounge chairs, her hair, the Christmas we could not come over because Arne was sick (I was so mad!), elegance, New Year’s Eve, biking over to Lakeview, Mom and Tante G sitting in the backseat of the car while Dad and Oom T were in the front seats (the two perfect hairdos in the back ), the inflatable pillow on the bathtub, Tante G’s smiling and laughing, her rolling “r”s – rrrrreally??? (even in October 2019!), conversations about Quebec separation, conversations about my burgeoning (and failing then!) love life, the blue kitchen, the norwegian cutlery, their love for you - Kristine - plastered all over the house (paintings and drawings), Dad calling Tante G a communist (ha!), Tante G teasing Dad, makeup (she had a lot!), sleeping in her and Oom Ton’s bedroom when parties went late, bringing my friends over (they all knew her!), holidays together in Sicamous or Kelowna. But not just childhood memories, but also memories with my own children, Arne, Brontë, and Liesbeth, who are so lucky to have their own memories of Tante G and Oom T. How lucky are they? How lucky am I? She and I are both Gunhild Hoogensen. I take part of her with me too. Love you both <3.
Our condolence on the passing of Gunhild. We have fond memories of June entertaining us at the gatherings in Claus and Lora's home. Ben and Doreen Masran.