RTL NIEUWS - Za 24 OKT (2009) Vrouw dood na aanrijding met agent Een Amsterdamse vrouw die donderdag in het ziekenhuis terecht was gekomen na een aanrijding met een motoragent, is overleden. Ze was zwaargewond. Mensen die het ongeluk zagen gebeuren, zeggen dat de vrouw op een zebrapad liep. Het ongeluk gebeurde op het kruispunt van de Stadionweg met de Diepenbrockstraat. De agent zou door rood zijn gereden, zonder zwaailicht en sirene. Hij raakte lichtgewond. Het politiekorps heeft zijn medeleven betuigd aan de familie van de vrouw, die een man en twee kinderen achterlaat. De politie is drie onderzoeken begonnen. Onder andere de Rijksrecherche en het KLPD zoeken uit wat er gebeurd is. ----------------------------------------------------------------- These are (a slightly expanded version of) the words I spoke at Jenn Nolan’s memorial yesterday. It was a lovely service. May they be of some comfort to those of you who could not attend, but knew her and mourn her passing. 29 October 2009 My name is David Lee and for the last year and a half I’ve rented Jenn a desk in my office where she worked two or three times a week. I stand here today representing all those in and around my office who want to pay their final respects to a woman who was full of life and made the lives of those she touched brighter. We also offer our deepest condolences to her family. Jenn was great. She fit right into the office. It was Jenn who often brought tasty treats for us and doled them out in her motherly way, all the while freely admitting that she felt less guilty about eating them herself if we joined in! She loved coming to the Bickerseiland where we work. It’s a village within the city where the sounds of the petting zoo mix with kids playing in the nearby park. Although we spent most of our time looking into computer screens and typing away, we also lunched together and occasionally shared an after-work drink so I learned a lot about London and Maryland and brothers and how proud she was of her kids. Over time I’ve made friends with many dog owners on the island and every day we get visitors looking for a dog treat. When I wasn’t in it was Jenn who didn’t let these furry friends down and I’d like to think that all that contact with so many dogs contributed to the decision to get Elsa. The last email I got from Jenn was on Thursday afternoon, just before she went to the park, promising to come by on Monday dog in tow. On Monday several people came by with their dogs to meet Elsa, for Jenn had been talking for weeks about how excited she was to get her. When we did chat it was largely about you three (Tim, Sander and Eamonn) and about how happy she was to be your wife and mother. You really were her heart’s greatest desire. Mostly we talked about language – words and meanings, expressions and oddities. Occasionally we talked about larger fields of meaning too, about New York and Amsterdam, about friends far and near and why some people meant more to us than others. One day I came across a quotation and asked Jenn if I could interrupt her work to ask what she thought of it. Was it profound or pedestrian? I read aloud: “Your death will have meaning if when it occurs you’re in pursuit of your heart’s greatest desire.” Jenn cocked her head in that way she did when she wanted a moment to think about something and then said, “Well, I prefer to think about what my life means, not my death. But if you’re going to think about things that way, then I guess that’s not a bad way to go.” I thought of this when I learned of the circumstances of her death: that she was with her kids and new dog in the park. She was with exactly the people she wanted to be with, pursuing her heart’s greatest desire. I wish I could tell you that the wound we and so many others have suffered this week will heal, but it will never fully heal. All of us will think of Jenn and, as I have done for the last week, search for meaning in her incomprehensibly unjust death. It’s hard to find. To all of you who are doing and will ever do the same I offer you this memory of Jenn Nolan, whose life was a celebration of family and love. ----------------------------------------------------------------- |






