In a just world, Nadine would have turned 53 today. In this world, all my mum and me could do for her was to visit her gravesite and stick a flower to the nameplate  at her tree. I will return there on Friday all alone, on the fifth anniversary of her passing, because this is the only way to commemorate her properly.

On Saturday, I will meet Annika and her family at the Waldfriedhof. Due to the Covid-situation, we can’t offer anybody to join us and have to cancel the annual gathering for the second year in a row. Another sad thing that doesn’t feel just either…