Here is the report of the event by Hankor on the Thorn Tree:
Just to bring a bit of closure to Henning's demise, there was a ceremony early on Sunday morning for him. His sister and nephew flew in from Germany, and his mother came from Malaysia. Most of the group was made up of his local work colleagues, but there was a group of about eight of his friends from around Phnom Penh who came along. It was a low key event, as his family had wished, and wasn't really announced in advance. We got on a boat and sailed out to a buoy that is as close to the "Chataramok" or four faces, and tied up there. There was the usual layman leading the prayers, and some monks in attendance. His mother, sister and nephew scattered his ashes in the Mekong, as he had wished. It was a very poignant occasion, and more than a few tears were shed, especially seeing his rather frail 80 year old mother tossing her son's remains into the mighty river. After we got back to shore we all went for lunch together. Although very sad, it was a great send-off for a man who I never heard a bad word spoken about. Rest in Peace Henning, you'll always be remembered in our hearts as a special person.
Goodbyes are often flippant in everday life. Goodbyes to the already departed seem to have so much more time and thought spent in saying 'the last goodbye'. I felt a lump in my throat and tears welling in my eyes when I read the part about is old mother scattering her son's ashes. To this day I have not yet been able to do the same for my baby daughters ashes. I don't think that day will come as 30 years have now passed.
Well, Hwinpp wherever you are in the universe, you were great!
It would be impossible not to have an emotional moment at the funeral ceremony of anyone who was well loved or appreciated, but one good thing about Henning is that I am certain that everybody had humourous anecdotes to share about him and all sorts of stories about what a fun guy he was, not to mention being ready to go on an adventure at the drop of a hat. That makes wakes and funeral dinners so much nicer than when you are saying goodbye to sad people who had awful lives.
No , he is not. I took the time yesterday to read the tributes to him on the Khmer440 site. It was very moving to read how loved and respected he was by so many. I miss him still and sometimes find myself get goosebumps when I come across posts of his. He left quite a legacy.
There was one story several people recounted about him jumping into the Mekong while on a boat trip with friends and colleagues, much to the amusement of many of his friends and to the horror of some of his colleagues. Swimming on his back in the river with glee. That was Henning....and so much more.
source="/post/144065/thread" timestamp="1348063146"]To all of you wanting to participate in a group letter ~~
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If I don't receive PMs, I'll simply add the names from this thread to a general condolence note, unless directed otherwise. In the case of posts such as that of Don Cuevas, I'll copy exactly, signing with the person's handle, or use the pertinent part, such as Jazz's first paragraph.[/quote]
How I wish I had known him! I have spent time in his Cambodia, Beautiful, fascinating and the people were just coming to terms with the opportunities of their future. I would have loved to share time with him.
Travel! Set out and head for pastures new[br] Life tastes the richer when you’ve road worn feet.[br]Ibn Battuta[br]
Post by bixaorellana on Sept 15, 2019 16:49:42 GMT
I went to Henning's profile to get his thread list. It seems oddly fitting, since his legacy of friendliness, kindness, intelligence and wit live on here, that his profile keeps awarding him birthdays. He would be 55 years old.