Author: moonbug (Page 9 of 39)

Emma was buried last Tuesday, after a short ceremony. It was a warm and sunny day. Above is the memorial stone Gaby and I made the day before, to lay on her grave. The last song we played in her honour was Astronaut by Lais and Spinvis. For that is what she is now: weightless, listening to the planets that sing softly of the wonders that await her.

To all who have commented here, emailed us, or made a phonecall: it warms our heart to know you’re out there caring. It is often said that Music Is The Best — and in the end it probably is. But right now, you guys are the best.

Thank you.

On August 1st at 16:24, Emma was born a beautiful baby. She was however delivered prematurely and did not survive the ordeal. Words quite simply fail me at this point in time. She will forever hold a special place in our hearts.

Goodbye Emma. If anything, my sweet girl, you have given us new meaning to the word love — and for that we are grateful.

Sail on, Silver Girl.

Here’s a paradigm that I shall dub Moonbug’s Law: “Lack of interesting new content will cause the introduction of automated third-party content widgets which lure the unsuspecting visitor into believing that there is actually new content”. In keeping with this law, you can now look in awe at my recently taken Flickr pictures (Moonbugr), and view what music I’ve recently been listening to on Last.fm (Alright, Zubin, Hit It!).

Just a tiny update though for those interested:

• Gabriela’s now in her 23rd week of pregnancy, and we’ll get to see Emma on the echography device again next Tuesday
• Her gynaecologist’s name is Dr. Page — how cool is that? I keep expecting him to burst into an acappella version of Dazed & Confused while feeling his way up there
• The next day, Gabriela leaves for a month to snowy Argentina to join her dad who’s been having some health troubles
• During this period I shall wither and die be very creative and compose music and draw a lot! And do my own laundry as well!