Dearest, nicest, most delightful, prettiest, coziest Loretta,

I'm shaking a little because I just heard the news. That you're no longer here. You! The most wonderful, special you.

You, whom all of the Netherlands enjoyed so much and laughed so hard about. You, whom I could come close to every now and then when I was a guest on Koffietijd. You, who always had your own makeup artist. You, who brought your little dog, who always scurried around the studio. You, who always seemed to color outside the lines, but was the biggest professional of them all. You, who sometimes acted a bit silly while laughing, but truly knew what was going on. You knew what mattered, you knew what was important.

Do you remember that I got to tell you about all kinds of advent calendars, and that there was also a “naughty” calendar among them? And that I unpacked it and took out something erotic – I believe a pocket-sized vibrator – and you, with your refined voice, asked if that was a lipstick? Quinty and I literally rolled off the couch laughing.

Oh, Loretta. After Maan and Dieuwertje, we lose another television mother. That can't be, that shouldn't be, and especially: we don't want that.
Know that you are loved and greatly missed. Every single day. And very much by me.

May

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