JJ at her 30th (?) birthday party. Photo by Steven.

I finally worked up the gumption and the energy to go through the box of photos which represent our life in Brussels. They had been sitting there since 1998 when we moved here. Now I don’t feel as threatened by the past as I sometimes do, as if in order to proceed into the future the past must be completely forgotten. Or shunned. Or despised. Or feared. Or something.

All nonsense, I know.

JJ sure was a beautiful woman. I miss her tremendously.