He had been in hospital for a long time. His removal had been delayed again and again. It had taken all his strength. ‘I can't go on!’ he had made me see and understand. So I drove there. I sat with him and his wife at his bedside for a long time. Our conversation became deeper and deeper. ‘It's so good to be together!’ We continued to talk and pray together and of course we also shared a few gags. When I said goodbye, he said: "Physically, I'm still so weak. But somehow I feel much better now!"
