I didn’t take the long way to the Waldfriedhof for quite a while. Today, on the third anniversary of Nadine’s passing, it felt like the only appropriate thing to do, so I went for the walk of approximately two hours. I had already been to her tree for our annual meeting a few days before. But to do things in the way they have to be done, I need to go there on my own.

Some time ago, I received an e-mail from one of Nadine’s therapists. She told me that she thought a lot about Nadine and felt very touched by her fate and the way we dealt with it. She also remarked, that time cannot heal everything, but might be able to put the unchangeable out of focus. Nothing wrong about that.

Nevertheless, things keep coming back to me in a very strong manner from time to time. For example that night three years ago: I sometimes think of it in a way that appears to be more realistic than when it actually happened. Back then, it felt more like a movie. Even though these situations are hard, I prefer them to give me company for the long way the rest of my life might be. Deep inside, I know that I wouldn’t feel complete without them…