2 years ago today this brave lady died holding my hand. The Regensburg children's choir was singing Silent Night on the CD player. About as good as something like that can be.
64 years ago she was 19, I was 3 weeks late coming out of her womb. She was too young to be my Mom. I was too old (by then) to be a child. We had a rather unique relationship. We were as loyal as dogs to one another and we often fought like cats.
I am eternally grateful for her brutal honesty and curiosity about literally everything. And leaving me out in the cold once in a while to make sure I didn't get soft.
Her story covers about 83 years from war torn Germany to corporate America to Hawai'i. It would be fun to write that story but I'd have to "retire" and I like what I do too much to stop yet.
I wanted to take her ashes back to Rothenberg, her home town. I found out you can't take ashes to Germany, so instead, I took some of them (a few ounces) and added them to a decorative bread dough and made this loaf. We took that to my family in Germany and we all tossed pieces off of her favorite bridge into the river. Then we had some really good beer!