Zondag 15 maart was het zover. De Fietsers met Amé en het team van Run with Amélie kwamen samen op het evenement Kom op tegen kanker in de Schorre in Boom, België.
Een mooie dag om met zijn allen de herinnering aan Amélie levend te houden.
26 april 2025 zijn we onze lieve vriendin Amélie kwijtgeraakt aan kanker. 15 maart 2026, een week voor haar 20e verjaardag, gaat de familie van Amélie 100 km rennen in België om op te komen tegen kanker. Wij willen graag de familie steunen en aanmoedigen. Daarom gaan we vanuit haar ouderlijk huis in Utrecht 150 km naar België fietsen met de hele vriendengroep van Amé. Met deze fietstocht willen we geld ophalen voor hetzelfde goede doel, waarmee de toekomstige ontwikkelingen rondom kankeronderzoek een handje geholpen kunnen worden.
Op 22 maart 2026 zou ons nichtje Amélie 20 jaar worden. We hebben haar dit jaar verloren aan die harde strijd tegen kanker. Wij- Laurens, Andreas, Beatrice en Katia- willen haar dan graag een symbolisch kado schenken: jullie sponsorgelden voor onze 100 KM run Kom op tegen kanker. Wij zijn jullie nu al erg dankbaar voor al jullie financiële en mentale support !
Heel veel liefs en dank van hetRun with Amélie Team Laurens, Andreas , Beatrice en Katia
Allerzielen St. Bonifatius 4 november 2025. Lied van Kai voor Amélie.
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Andere muziek vind je hieronder
Amélie sketched her dreams in quiet hues
Her pencil danced
Her heart refused to lose
Walter curled beside her feet
Her only muse
She’d whisper “Someday I’ll paint the moon”
A world of color that left too soon
Amélie’s sky It still shines bright
In every star that cuts the night
Her laughter’s here It lingers still
In every stroke In every will
Nineteen springs
But her autumn came too fast
She drew her hopes
As if to make them last
Walter waits by the window
Staring at the past
The world feels quiet
But she’s not gone
Her art still sings
Her soul lives on
Amélie’s sky It still shines bright
In every star that cuts the night
Her laughter’s here
It lingers still
In every stroke
In every will
Nineteen candles
Wax on your desk
Sketchbooks stacked
In a quiet mess
Coffee rings
On the same old page
You drew brave worlds
From a narrow bed
Walter on the windowsill
Tail wrapped tight around his feet
Watching all your colors spill
Onto paper
Onto me
You were soft
But you shook the room
Turned a whisper
Into truth
Kind hands
Calling out the cruel
You drew a better world
And believed it could be real
Now it’s you I feel
In Walter on the windowsill
You’d shade in faces
No one sees
Kids in cages
Girls like you and me
“Fair is fair”
You’d always say
Even when your own body
Gave everything away
Hospital light
On your chipped black nails
You laughed at the fear
Like
“it always fails” (hey)
And you still asked nurses
About their days
Kept your anger pointed
At the unfair ways
You were soft
But you shook the room
Turned a whisper
Into truth
Kind hands
Calling out the cruel
You drew a better world
And believed it could be real
Now it’s you I feel
In Walter on the windowsill
I keep your pens
In a coffee jar
Your name in ink
On my arm
In my heart
When the headlines hurt
And the night turns mean
I ask
“What would you say?”
And I hear you speak
You were soft
But you shook the room
Turned a whisper
Into truth
Kind hands
Calling out the cruel
You drew a better world
And it still feels real
Every line you left behind
Helps us mend and heal
And when the house goes still
It’s you I feel
In Walter on the windowsill
Sketchbook open on the floor
Charcoal dust on your knees
You said
“One more line
Then I’ll sleep”
You never listened to yourself
Soft hair caught in the lamp glow
Pages breathing in your hands
You drew strangers like you’d known them
Like you’d borrowed all their past
Amélie in the margins
Nineteen years in crooked lines
You kept hiding in the shadows
So the colors burned inside
Now the room is still and waiting
Pencils cold along the spine
Amélie in the margins
I keep tracing you in mine
Your name carved small in the table
Next to half a finished face
Eyes you never got to darken
Still stare out into the space
Did you find a wider paper?
Somewhere stars are just your stains
Are you drawing out the edges
Of a sky that never ends
Amélie in the margins
Nineteen years in crooked lines
You kept hiding in the shadows
So the colors burned inside
Now the room is still and waiting
Pencils cold along the spine
Amélie in the margins
I keep tracing you in mine
