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.