I haven’t written anything here in quite a while – for almost half a year to be precise. This doesn’t mean that nothing has happened in my life. But the things that did happen haven’t got anything to do with Nadine and my relation with and feelings for her.  So, with the topic of this blog not being touched, I don’t want ro discuss them here.

My feelings for Nadine and my attitude towards the whole story seem to be settled somehow now: I feel grief every now and then and I think of her warm, fondly, thankful and lovingly. But I have found my way to carry on, and, most of the time, I don’t feel unlucky.

Even though it was raining heavily in Stuttgart today, I decided to take the long walk to the Waldfriedhof. I haven’t done this for a while – on all my recent visits I stopped by there by car. But today, on this dull afternoon, I felt the need to walk my way up there and pay my respects. I found the little hill that marks her gravesite all covered in leaves. Amongst them, there were some fresh rose petals I did not put there. It’s good to see that I’m not the only person who does pilgrimages sometimes…