"Hank and I met when I was eight and he was nine. We stood there, staring at each other, not saying one word . . . " And so begins the true story of two Dutch children who met prior to World War II in Holland. While the war raged in their country and beyond, Hank and Christina grew up, and met again during the infamous Hunger Winter. They fell in love, married after the war, and began their life together as husband and wife. But postwar Holland was no longer a land of plenty as all of Europe struggled to recover from the devastation brought on by the terrible war. America beckoned the young couple, and they immigrated to the state of Kansas in 1949, eventually settling in the state of Washington. There, they forged a new life together in a new country, raised their two daughters, and dreamed of many happy years together . . . But their story ended too soon, and though they are separated by death, Hank and I reminds us all that their story-and our stories also-aren't really over; they're just waiting for the glorious final chapter to be written, when loved ones will meet up once more in heaven, never to be separated again.
