On March 16 1990 one of the closest persons to me passed away . my beloved grandfather. I just noticed that this is already 25 years ago. He died with only 62 years. I was his treasure and next to my mom his most important person in life. And so he was to me. No person ever dedicated himself ever that much to me. At least to me it felt like that. He was funny, understanding, experienced… It was a Monday and I was 19 when he called. I was about to rush to my Volleyball training. In not knowing that it might be the last time I did not talk to him on the phone since I was in a stupid hurry. Four days later he died. I am sure he knew it. It took me many years until I was able to forgive myself for that.
I learned a lot within the past 25 years as you can see from my blog. My whole attitude towards life and death changed dramatically. Death to me is not the end of life – it is part of it. Death is continuing eternity.
The following song I produced last year is actually dedicated to my father who passed away 2 1/2 years ago. But in memory to my grandfather I play it for him today. Also I dedicate my song to all of you who are grieving for a loved one or simply miss them:
Wish you were here
Still think of you and will always do…
In Love and Light!