work in progress & nightly picnic on the mountain
- all in one week.
Plus trying to figure out what to do about the inheritance, seeing friends (and their new puppy) for dinner one night, another one for a nightly picnic on the honberg, making a weddding gift that took much longer than anticipated, and a visit to constance, in the search of one friend, where I found another..
Last week was not reflecting the plan of taking it slower for me ..
At the beginning of the week, I found out that an old family friend had passed away and decided to accompany my mother to the funeral (my mother is a very emotional person - if you think, I am, this is not comparable - it's almost to the extent of being hysterical in the past few years, which made this a challenging endavour).
I have very fond memories of times spent with this couple when I was a child. My little sister and I often went there (by ourselves) on our bikes during our summers in the garden at the Danube. They never had children themselves, but were very welcoming and warm and made us feel extremely comfortable. It's interesting when you get a chance to reflect on some people at a later time in life and realize, what they've been able to do or achieve. I don't think, I understood back then ...
I haven't been in touch with them so much when I grew older, since my family and theirs somewhat parted ways ..
At the funeral, I learned, that they met when she was only 16 and he was 18. All I can say is, that they've had a very special union, which could always be felt, or seen.
I've also always admired her strength, beauty and warmth. When we encountered again later that day, we embraced, and she held on to my hand and asked if I am married yet. When I said no, she asked, if I am in a relationship/have someone or love in my life and I told her yes (even if I don't really know anymore, if I have someone in my life and all I know is how I feel; I didn't tell her that).
She said, she hopes so, and that it would be a shame (and a loss), if I wouldn't and that it is what counts.
I know,
that's what makes it so very painful.
That's when I lost it.
This woman goes out of her way on the day she has to watch her husband being put in a grave, to care about if others have what she had and to reaffirm life, and love.
Last week was not reflecting the plan of taking it slower for me ..
At the beginning of the week, I found out that an old family friend had passed away and decided to accompany my mother to the funeral (my mother is a very emotional person - if you think, I am, this is not comparable - it's almost to the extent of being hysterical in the past few years, which made this a challenging endavour).
I have very fond memories of times spent with this couple when I was a child. My little sister and I often went there (by ourselves) on our bikes during our summers in the garden at the Danube. They never had children themselves, but were very welcoming and warm and made us feel extremely comfortable. It's interesting when you get a chance to reflect on some people at a later time in life and realize, what they've been able to do or achieve. I don't think, I understood back then ...
I haven't been in touch with them so much when I grew older, since my family and theirs somewhat parted ways ..
At the funeral, I learned, that they met when she was only 16 and he was 18. All I can say is, that they've had a very special union, which could always be felt, or seen.
I've also always admired her strength, beauty and warmth. When we encountered again later that day, we embraced, and she held on to my hand and asked if I am married yet. When I said no, she asked, if I am in a relationship/have someone or love in my life and I told her yes (even if I don't really know anymore, if I have someone in my life and all I know is how I feel; I didn't tell her that).
She said, she hopes so, and that it would be a shame (and a loss), if I wouldn't and that it is what counts.
I know,
that's what makes it so very painful.
That's when I lost it.
This woman goes out of her way on the day she has to watch her husband being put in a grave, to care about if others have what she had and to reaffirm life, and love.
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