R.I.P. Frank

Frank told me stories about his life as a police detective. About pursuits, arrests and rushes at the football stadium. His strong physique brought him further prizes in cycling and running. A real active guy who didn't avoid risks. At the beginning of 2000 Frank moved in next-door to me. He already then suffered from Parkinson’s disease, but despite this, he still helped me with a conversion of my house. I saw him deteriorate more with all the consequences this entailed. Divorce followed, after which he lived with us for a little while. Parkinson’s disease made it impossible to live independently. Now, years later, Frank lives in a nursing home completely dependent on care.  He still is the ‘silent’ fighter, but now trapped in his once so strong body and wheelchair, his life mainly happens in his room. 


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