Happy Birthday, dear Mum!

75 years ago my Mum was born near Koenigsberg, a German town far in the east that now is a part of Russia. Unfortunately her Dad never returned from the war and my grandma fled with her to the west. Life during and after the war was definately hard - to live, one had to be strong.

My Mum hid her strength usually well, forgetting it sometimes when nobody cared for her. Looking back it's easy to see and to understand. During the last years of her life, when she knew she had cancer, she finally started to do things for herself. To make sure, nobody would give her unwanted advice, she never let us know, how far her illness had grown. She never complained but let us happily live our lives - until the last weeks. 

Even during her last days in the hospice she made us laugh and sent everyone visiting her home with a smile. I'm proud of my Mum and hope, her soul is happy now - whereever it may be. 

My Mum loved her computer and the internet.