Sigrid Tutschka

What I meant to say was... How can I possibly say good-bye to the person who was the first to hold me, the first to feed me, and the first to make me feel loved? From a distance I watch you move about, doing the mundane tasks that to everyone else seem so routine.

the structure that made my world a safe and comfortable place to grow. All that I am and all that I have can be traced back to is you. Whatever accomplishments I have made along the way would not have occurred without first believing in myself. And you, you were the person who always believed in me.

Now on my own, I am amazed at the number of times I hear your words flow from my mouth. This ventriloquistic phenomenon was at first most irritating, but now warms me as I’ve come to understand that there is a part of you that will live on in me forever.

When time parted us, I prayed that you will reach across from the other side to again touch my face and whisper into my ear. For your warm and gentle presence in my life...for this, I will always be most thankful. Yes, Mother, you inspire me!

Ein Jahr erneut entglitten auch manch Freund ging leise hinterher. Mit scheuen leisen Schritten, zu dir in den HImmel - es zu glauben bleibt weiter schwer. Uns, die wir zurückgeblieben, gerade jetzt an deinem baldigen Tag, hilft das Denken, an dich, soweit es die Traurigkeit vermag.

Wenn der Blick den Sternenzelten, zugewandt in langer Nacht. Träumen wir in ihren Welten, mitzuwandeln mit Bedacht. Doch auf Erden zu verweilen, ist uns weiter Tat und Pflicht. Uns´re Zeit scheint nicht zu eilen, unser Ende ist noch nicht in Sicht.

Ach, so bleibt nur diese Trauer, niemand kündet Wiederkehr. Und die Tage scheinen grauer, ohne Trost und Aufbegehr´.