Traveling alone can sometimes make your mind wander.

                                                

Monday February 16th 2009: It was on the bus between Gatwick and Heathrow airports that my mobile phone rang. This was Saturday and I was on my way home from Guernsey. A friend called me and I got the message that another mutual friend had died about two and a half weeks ago. I have come to an age where people in my surroundings begin to die and I have experienced my first wife dying, so in a way I should be prepared for these things happening. But regarding death you never really are.

 

This friend that died was 42 years old and she died by her own hand. She was transgender as me and had changed gender a couple of years ago just like me, but she had had a hard time with family doing so. As my friend on the phone very aptly expressed it “She had too much baggage” and I just had to agree on that. Marianne has also met her, inviting her home to us on two occasions. So in one way you could say we hardly knew her having met her only twice, but that’s not so. We knew her very well because of her story changing gender like me.

 

Marianne and I have been there on that same path and we know that kind of “Baggage” well and we are aware of the weight and that it sometimes can be too heavy. What her baggage included that I can’t say, since hers originated from her early childhood and teens. The thing is that you can’t carry a weight like that for too long a time either, it wears you down. What went wrong in her story was being born male. If she had been born a girl, things most certainly would have turned out quite different. We most probably would never have met, but I can imagine the enjoyable person she then would have been.

 

Coming home and telling Marianne this sad news, she felt the same as me. We definitely knew her in so many ways; she was no stranger to us. During Sunday I had to unpack with everything that comes with that and even though Marianne and I felt the loss of a friend, she was still there in our thoughts.

 

We remember her as a gentle, kind and enjoyable person and we remember her as the woman she was. Those dinners as our guest will remain; we don’t feel like she has left us. Marianne and I care about the moments we have together and she belongs there with us, nothing of that has died. She has a place together with us in spirit and mind and I’m sure she has that together with a lot of other people too.

 

Her name, Femke Olyslager, was a light in spite of all her problems and as a ray of light that sometimes peeks in through our windows, she will always be welcome by us.

 

The moments we share in joy, Femke will be there within us.

Marianne and Li