since matured into a love for one thing and one enters a club to share with others the joy and the lightness of the thing. And then you meet in the club to life with all its faces and its darkness. And the ease is gone.
"Ick flush all doa", could have told them. But it has not - and It was the same. If we have collected to buy or Abpaddeln, she was always there, just and firm. When we drove through on the Schwentine under the pedestrian bridge, they stood on top and watched us. When we arrived in Klaus village, she was already sitting on the bench in the sun.
your time on the water was long gone. But she was connected to us. On every Christmas celebration she read in a tremulous voice eerily beautiful stories. This was part of it. For some, like the tail to Knecht Ruprecht to some like the salt to the soup.
She has done so much for the club so much created, so much worn - along with her Hans. Levels five years ago that he left our Veschwand horizon. Helga is now followed him. The association is missing people like Hans and Helga, who take care of working to that make and support.
We are sad and it hurts. But ultimately the evidence but only of how precious life is. The grief over the loss says it was good that she was there. Although she is gone now, remain the traces they left in us and for us. The memory of it makes us smile.
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