In Heythuyzen they also are burried, my grandparents, my mother's father and mother. Much too short I have known them (as well as my father's parents). When I was twelve, they were all gone, and I especially recall my mother's mom to have been so nice to us. We were often excited to go to Heythuyzen, pick cherries from the trees or play in the huge garden they had.
Mysterious thing was that my grandmother - very Catholic - always wished to die without sins and sorrows and amazingly it happened when she was walking back from church on a Sunday, right after she spook with the "pastoor". Sadly however through a heart attack and at a too early age of 64.
My mother was born and raised in heythuyzen and it was the place where my grandparents lived. On the stationsstraat the family Philips existed of father, mother and six daughters. Yes, my mother only had sisters and not even one brother. Strangely enough on this side of my family the present generations only have boys, except for my mother and father, as I am the only one to have a sister!
People in Limburg have the tendensy to be more Bourgondian then other provincials in The Netherlands. Here one still takes the time to enjoy a deliscious meal, a good beer or wine and in general have a good time. Strangely enough in heythuyzen this rather conventional way of living has met the urge to modernise drastically. An example of the results that has brutally violated the image of a nice Limburgian village is the huge "ash tray" in the middle of the park. I have completely missed the purpose of this barrel of stone and can only say that it is terribly ugly.