"Love is the only thing that only grows when you share it."
Quoted from the sermon at
Henk and Willeke's wedding, September 7th 1990
IN MEMORIAM: HENK HEINS
by Richard Karsmakers
I'd like to dedicate some words to the memory of a good friend
and budding guitar talent, Henk Heins. On last October 17th he
died totally unexpectedly at the ludicrously young age of 28.
It's stuff like this that makes you think about life and its
fickleness, something that makes you ponder on whether or not
there is a benevolent God and, if he really exists, what a
bastard he is.
Henk Heins is probably unknown to you. He was Willeke's husband,
Willeke being the girl whom some old ST NEWS enthusiasts may
remember back from the days of Volume 2. I have known Henk for
about four years, and Miranda and me have learned to appreciate
him as a man full of wit and humour during the two years he and
Willeke have spent in matrimony.
The both of them visited us regularly, and we often visited
them at their flat in Soest. It is a shame that their happy and
still fresh marriage was torn apart by death's intervention, it
is a shame that the four of us will never be able to exchange
musical opinions, that we will never be able to have a
wonderfully nice evening together. Most of all, it is a shame
that he left behind a now totally wrecked girl - Willeke, who had
spent so many years finding her Perfect One, whose entire life
had consisted only of Henk and the both of them together.
Normally I don't like to dwell on religious matters, but in this
case I feel it's inevitable. This is also the reason why this
article has been hidden, as otherwise I would really have longed
to do all this in the open.
I have never met two people who believed in God more righteously
than Willeke and Henk did. I have to be honest and add that this
was the only topic seldomly discussed between us, as it would end
up hurting either them or us, or both. Personally, I found their
religious ideas close to bordering on fanaticism. If there really
is a God, one would expect Him to reward those people in some
way, or at least to leave them be - not to tear away Henk at a
most untimely moment when the two of them still had two lives
ahead of them, two lives filled with plans and ambitions!
If it was God's intention to take away Henk and leave behind a
genuinely nice and totally fragile girl all on her own, than God
is not a God worthy believing in. If this God truly exists, he
uses totally wrong - almost diabolical - ways of thanking his
I find it revolting that innocent people truly believe in such
an entity, that there are people who adapt their lives and match
their behaviour so as to fit the rules laid out by the one they
worship - only to have themselves punished most relentlessly for
something they never did wrong.
Henk was a great guy. I hate hypocrisy when speaking of the
dead, so I wouldn't have written this down if he hadn't been a
truly nice bloke. Willeke and him fitted together in an ideal
way, their marriage was an almost insanely happy one. They were
together all the time, sharing their love with God in the way
they believed was right.
It tore our hearts to see her bite her tongue in an effort not
to cry when thanking their many friends present at the funeral.
We heard her voice on the verge of breaking when she expressed
her sincere wish to be allowed to join Henk. We saw her lower lip
tremble, her hands clenching her parents', when finally the
flower-clad coffin was lowered into the grave where her husband
would rest for his last, everlasting time.
The ironic, disgusting thing was that the entire funeral service
was a praise to the love of God and his divine ways. What could
(and should!) have been a get-together of about a hundred people
lamenting the passing away of Henk Heins transformed into what I
considered at times to be an almost absurd farce that left scant
room for tears and true emotions amid chants proclaiming how much
they all loved God and speeches about how happy everybody should
be now Henk had joined eternal life.
There have been times in my life when I almost started to
believe in something, be it God or not. But all I know now, and
this I believe firmly, is that nobody and nothing that acts like
this is worthy of praise. All of this merely made me a more
devout atheist, each true believer more ununderstandable in my
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