The last time I saw her was just short after christmas, at my grandmothers birthday. Her health wasn’t the best for a long time now, but she still seems so get along quite well. I’m not even sure, how old she has been. Beeing the mother of my stepfather and having him beeing a friend of my parents for ever, she always has been around, a part of my life. Birthdays, Christmas, regular familiy visits. Mother often found her annoying, and surely she got a point there: countless times she complained and couldn’t find an end to it. Conversations with her have been on the more exhausting side. On the other hand she always genuinely cared, asking about your life and always gave you the feeling of honest listening. And she made sure, that everyone in room got company, never failed to start a conversation to include everyone. When I was in need of help, she and her husband were there and load a big burden onto them, to help the stepson of her son. She raised my stepfather to the helpful person which influenced myself so much. She was humble, down-to-earth, sometimes a bit cheap, but never selfish. I’m wishing her the best at the eternity and that she had found all the peace in the world.

I’m writing this in the train to Radebeul, on my way to her funeral, where I will say thanks and good-bye for the last time and hopefully find some comfort in it.