Annegret Engsterhold

My darling

I loved you very much and I will always remember you.

You will be in my heart forever.

There are people who don’t simply leave when they die.

They remain.

In thoughts, in habits, in small everyday moments that suddenly stand still.

Without you I feel very alone.

Not just because you’re no longer here but because with you something I took for granted has vanished.

Someone who was there.

Someone who knew.

Someone who listened.

Even though you were seriously ill I firmly believed that we would still have more time together.

You cling to that thought even when your mind knows how fragile it is.

Hope isn’t a logical construct.

It is a silent holding on.

I thought we still had conversations ahead of us.

More days.

More small plans.

More of that simple knowledge: We’re still here.

I miss the beautiful moments with you.

Not the big, celebratory ones.

But the quiet ones.

The everyday ones.

The ones you never photograph because you think they’ll repeat themselves. 

I miss our phone conversations.

Your voice.

The pauses in between.

The feeling that there was someone on the other end who knew me without me having to explain much.

And I often think about the many trips we took together around the world.

Places, streets, hotels, foreign languages, familiar glances.

Paris — where you said yes to me.

These memories are like islands now.

I can visit them.

I can be there.

And for a moment everything feels close again.

I will always carry these memories with me.

They don’t belong to the past alone.

They live on — within me.

They say death ends a life, but not a relationship.

Today, I understand what that means.

Because even though you’re gone, the bond doesn’t end.

It only changes its form.

There are days when grief is loud.

And days when it is silent.

Both are difficult.

Both are part of it.

I am learning to live with this new silence now.

Slowly.

Without haste.

With respect for what was.

You were a part of my life.

A big part.

A defining part.

And for that, I am grateful — even though it hurts.

I will never forget you.

You are staying with me.

Today.

And every day to come.

Your Wayne

„In stiller Trauer und liebevoller Erinnerung.“

Vom Licht getragen

"Es ist egal,

zu welchem Zeitpunkt 

man einen Menschen verliert,

es ist immer zu früh

und es tut immer weh."

Das Leben endet, die Liebe nicht!

Meine herzlichsten Anteilnahme, so unbegreiflich der Abschied wird die Zeit helfen die aufgewühlten Gefühle Zuzulassen.

Ich wünsche alles Gute.

Kerstin Herbert-L 

Meine liebe Cousine ist nun nicht mehr bei uns. Wir haben viele Erinnerungen an unseren Lebenswegen und nun fehlt ein guter Mensch, den wir immer in liebevoller Erinnerung behalten werden.