today has it been a week since we buried my friend Marie and her brother Robby. They came seven weeks in the U.S. in a robbery died. What does this have to do with this blog is now sure of one or other of you ask. It's simple: Marie has initiated this blog and wrote the first few lines for him to give me before my departure. And now I've developed over time into a passionate blogger, I only and I owe to her alone.
The diligent reader will have noticed that it was Marie who is lined up bravely and daringly with me this trip to Lithuania in the kids .... What a pleasure it ...
Strangely, our mutual friend Yougha said that she always thought that we are three quirky girlfriends old together. We would have perhaps chosen each other as godmother for our children, along beautiful festivals celebrated and shared sorrow and joy together. It is strange if such a young man from his own circle of friends to me anything you nothing is taken out of life. As it suddenly starts up again, to ponder about life.
Yes, as it was, our Mary? Especially ...! That's true in every respect. Particularly helpful, especially open-minded, particularly exhausting sometimes, more cheerful, more loving and careful, because if they did ...
and all that I do not always know, it knows how to appreciate some time and now that she's gone and never comes back, because I find it like scales from their eyes.
Marie was always such a kind of bold and somehow really afraid of anything or anyone in life. She also was a true cosmopolitan, who has eaten everything and everywhere felt at home.
I can not imagine that they will never come with their cheerful laughter through my door. That makes me sad. Marie would have been good but not that one is always sad now because of her affliction and blows. Instead, she had a way with a light-hearted ease life - with all its ups and downs - to accept and affirm. Maybe I should take you an example of it.
Marie, I miss you ...
Uli
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