Every goodbye means the birth of a memory. Last Tuesday, Wim Pas unexpectedly passed away in the home of his son Robin. He looks back on a year of love and transformation.
After a search of a few days through his beloved Rik, Wim was found in the home of his son Robin in the shower. He was already deceased then. He was admitted to hospital the day before because he was in pain, but they found nothing and sent him home again. If you ever had a meetup from the group last year Men in Touch NL have visited, chances are that you have met Wim. Wim can look back on a year of transformation, during which he intensively expressed intimacy and love with other men. He was full of deep happiness lately and lived full in the moment. Wim, we love you. You continue to exist in our hearts.
Recently, on the way back from Tienhoven to Nijmegen, Wim wrote me the following words:
It is never too late for Love
You become a flower that opens
Deep in the Lakelands of the West
Where Purple hides the Dragon's nest
And Darkness Reigns Beneath the Blue
A silver hissing kisses you
And Yellow words whispered break through
The Song of a Thousand Teardrops
Six Wings She has
Though She won't flee
Her Island full of mystery
One Eye She has
Though She can't See
just MIRRORING Necessity
The Skin of the Rainbow Dragon
It is never too late for Love
You become a flower that opens.
