It also exists without a journey, that's for sure. But now we feel helpless, distant, sad.
Of course, we would also be distant, helpless, sad if we lived permanently in Switzerland. Nothing helps against the rather spontaneous loss of one of our dearest friends. Except to give oneself over to grief.
Dear friend, you were always there for me. You always had an open ear and above all a loving heart. You have set soooo many things in motion in my life. Because of you, I dared to take the path into my "second" life. You always asked the right questions. (Even if these questions sometimes felt really stupid at the beginning!)
You yourself have not only experienced the sunny side of life, sometimes I didn't know what to say to you, how to comfort you, because of my own lack of experience. I was there, I hope often enough.
We were somehow always together. Often only in spirit. How often did we confirm that we were travelling together? Again and again we sent pictures of the sea or the mountains back and forth to each other. Whenever I stood by the sea and my feet made it clear that the water, no matter where, was far too cold, I thought of you and said to Gerd: "Petra would have been in by now!"
For days we have been staring at our mobile phones. Waiting for the message, for the call. We have known for days that you are going on your last earthly journey, but then we don't want to believe it when the news reaches us. We look at the sea, walk through the large cemetery in Mahdia. And I feel that the time has come.
Only a little later then the certainty. You were allowed to have your loved ones around you, that makes it a little easier for us. Lighter, yes, but no less sad. We sit in the shadow of the mosque, but can only light a candle in Felix. All your gifts, the little angels, the lucky elephant, your crocheted turtle and the shells and sand from your beloved Rügen travel with you from the beginning. You always travel with us, you know that, don't you?
For me, writing is always a good way to give space to my helplessness - which is absolutely normal in such moments.
Gerd and I took time to remember all the beautiful moments. And it was then also a beautiful evening next to all the sadness, even in the distance.
Thank you, my love for:
❣️ the many hikes, trips, excursions together,
❣️ that football match at the 2006 World Cup where we met and never knew who was actually playing until today,
❣️ the many chocolate cups from which I always sniffed the eggnog away from you,
❣️ your spontaneous acceptance to be our maid of honour,
❣️ your always open home and your full fridge and sweets cabinet when I needed a bed or something to eat in Berlin again,
❣️the hours of crochet and knitting evenings with warming tea and spiritual incense,
❣️ your inspirations, your questions, your help and your great support. You know...
My dear friend, if there are others where you are now, I already know that they will have much joy in and with you.
Thank you for letting us walk part of your path together! Thank you for everything. We will miss you. All of us.
God bless you.