You would have been 94 years old today.
A part of me thought you would always be here. You are.
As I look up at the sky today – as you always told me -, I am hoping that your Boss takes good care of you. You joined him to consult our matters directly, and I am sure you do.
Yet you are not gone. The cute little knick-knacks around the house, the candles that we light, the familiar phrases and the memories stay. I hope you are doing good.
Soundtrack from Berlin 