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A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
A year ago today mom left us.
Something very curious has been happening since her passing. Even though I hadnβt been speaking to her on a regular basis the way we used to for some years, due to her advanced dementia, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to call her. In all sorts of scenarios, always first thing in the morning, then also anytime something worth telling took place. Almost like a reflex β¦ about to pick up the phone and call β¦ and then I remember, that I canβt speak to her any longer.
Well, at least not the standard way.
I miss you, Mamma Spatz, every single day.
π€ποΈ
βοΈ#CallYourMom
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
Itβs not often you have to make a big decision for someone else. It all happened so fast, with no will in place and quite frankly, a few locations as options for his resting place. Somehow this little cemetery on a Greek island felt like the only right choice, his favorite place on earth.
Around the time mom got sick with dementia, I remember an argument with them, about some basic questions we had. Questions about last wishes, burial vs cremation, age appropriate living conditions, help needed at home.
None of our questions were answered. It was an awful debate, leading nowhere, mom was already too sick to fully comprehend why we were pressing for answers, and he went into full-blown denial mode.
Fast forward to this past week and there I was, thrown into having to make those decisions for someone, who didnβt sort his after-life affairs. There is a lot of baggage from the years before momβs death, it was βcomplicatedβ and this ending was a very irresponsible, easy way out for him, while a fuckload of things to manage, decide and organize for the one who took it on.
Nevertheless, it felt right to give a dignified closure to a complicated life lived.
Thank you, Georgia, for being a dream sister in crime. I hope we did him, and our hearts,justice.
Thank you, to our Greek friends for sharing your island with us, thank you for welcoming us with all your generosity and heartfelt hospitality. Thank you, Nikos, you are a human angel. Thank you Maria & Costas, you are the best neighbors one could have. Thank you, Michaelis for singing so beautifully. In all these years, since I was about 11 years old, Iβve only known you in your white apron in the summerβs heat of your kitchen.
Thank you, Maria & Vangelis for the extraordinary flowers. Thank you everyone else for your presence.
Thank you, father Nikos, for welcoming a foreigner into your community and to receive your blessings. Thank you all for your love and friendship you have shown my step-dad Joachim.
My mind couldnβt help but wonder about my own plans, where I see myself put to rest when that time comes.
I kinda get it, man, itβs not that easy to decide, I might follow suit one day ποΈ π¬π· πͺ¦
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
One week ago, on Easter Sunday, I woke up early and right away thought to check in on my step-dad. He had just made his pilgrimage to our family house in Greece.
Since momβs passing, he spent most of his time on the island. I think thatβs where he felt closest to her.
The weather had been pretty rough, so his ferry couldnβt dock for a few days, they finally made it to the island Saturday night.
So Sunday, at 6am I called to check in. He picked up, reported of a great nights sleep, well rested after such a long journey. We talked for a little while, he wanted to dust off the terrace tomorrow. I asked about the stray cats, he said blackie and the red fluffy one, his constant companions, hadnβt noticed his return yet. Then on to the weather report βOh, look, I think the blue sky is about to break throughβ.
I wished him a great day, said I would call soon ... silence ... he didnβt respond. Right before our goodbye. Somehow I knew right away. I desperately yelled out his name, then hung up quickly to call whoever I could find on the island. My friend Nikos picked up, jumped straight in his car and up the mountain to our little house. 15 minutes later he called me back.
He had found him sitting at the kitchen table, legs crossed, phone still in his hand, facing the beautiful view of the sea.
He had died instantly.
To the man who was my motherβs partner for over 40 years, to the man who took on a fatherly role in many more ways, than my biological one did, to the man who inspired me with his love for Native American Culture&History, cycling, skiing, tennis, the Cycladic Islands, Greek music and home cooking, thank you. Your passions were infectious.
To the man who couldnβt comprehend mom getting sick with Alzheimerβs disease and thought he had it all under control, but didnβt, I forgive you.
I think momβs downward spiral into another world, broke him.It broke us all.
While I was nowhere near prepared, this very surreal experience, to hold space over the phone for someone dying, filled me with awe and gratitude. Thankful I could provide a warm comforting voice during his passage.
What a way to go. On Easter Sunday.
Joachim Krautbergerπ₯ Bless his Soul ποΈ
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
April Fools. I wish.
This day has a very different meaning now. It reminds me of the fragility of life.
Today, 5 years ago, we lost our beloved friend Gabby to a rare disease.
Her sudden death really left a gaping hole in my life.
I miss her presence so much β¦ our daily talks.
Gabby offered insight into such a wide spectrum of topics to discuss, from fashion, to cultural and historical, to stupid celebrity gossip, to highly advanced music knowledge and wisdom, to social observation and geopolitical affairs.
This very multilayered friendship she offered was one of a kind. And I know she offered that to every single one of her close friends.
The world has changed so much since her departure.
I can only imagine checking her ig stories like my morning paper, the way I used to. She would have had a field day with her daily commentary on the world these days.
To talk and go deep with her, to travel and experience with her, to laugh and to DANCE, is to know and to LOVE Gabby ποΈβ€οΈ
Here are some moments from when we celebrated her farewell into other dimensions 5 years ago.
We danced in her honor, til the shoes came off.
#campgabby forever @campgabby
« Blue moods » with MANON photographed by @gilles_bensimon for ELLE US dated january 1994.
@manon #manonvongerkan
Hair by @michelaleman22
#gillesbensimon #elleusa #supermodel #topmodel
« Blue moods » with MANON photographed by @gilles_bensimon for ELLE US dated january 1994.
@manon #manonvongerkan
Hair by @michelaleman22
#gillesbensimon #elleusa #supermodel #topmodel
« Blue moods » with MANON photographed by @gilles_bensimon for ELLE US dated january 1994.
@manon #manonvongerkan
Hair by @michelaleman22
#gillesbensimon #elleusa #supermodel #topmodel
« Blue moods » with MANON photographed by @gilles_bensimon for ELLE US dated january 1994.
@manon #manonvongerkan
Hair by @michelaleman22
#gillesbensimon #elleusa #supermodel #topmodel
« Blue moods » with MANON photographed by @gilles_bensimon for ELLE US dated january 1994.
@manon #manonvongerkan
Hair by @michelaleman22
#gillesbensimon #elleusa #supermodel #topmodel
« Blue moods » with MANON photographed by @gilles_bensimon for ELLE US dated january 1994.
@manon #manonvongerkan
Hair by @michelaleman22
#gillesbensimon #elleusa #supermodel #topmodel
« Blue moods » with MANON photographed by @gilles_bensimon for ELLE US dated january 1994.
@manon #manonvongerkan
Hair by @michelaleman22
#gillesbensimon #elleusa #supermodel #topmodel
Happy 1st heavenly birthday, mom πΉ
You left us nearly a year ago and there is not a single day I donβt think about you. I wish we could have had more time together, I wish you didnβt have to suffer through the cruelty of Alzheimerβs disease.
I am holding on to all our moments of joy. Especially the most recent ones, when we played your favorite music for you πΆ
Thank you @officialannielennox ππΌ words canβt describe what a gift you gave to my mom, my sister, our aunt and I.
To anyone caring for someone with dementia, do not underestimate the power of music. Make sure you know their favorite artist and songs and play those often.
β€οΈ
βGott schenkte unsErinnerungen, damit wir auch im Winter Rosen haben.β
Excerpts from momβs journal
Happy 1st heavenly birthday, mom πΉ
You left us nearly a year ago and there is not a single day I donβt think about you. I wish we could have had more time together, I wish you didnβt have to suffer through the cruelty of Alzheimerβs disease.
I am holding on to all our moments of joy. Especially the most recent ones, when we played your favorite music for you πΆ
Thank you @officialannielennox ππΌ words canβt describe what a gift you gave to my mom, my sister, our aunt and I.
To anyone caring for someone with dementia, do not underestimate the power of music. Make sure you know their favorite artist and songs and play those often.
β€οΈ
βGott schenkte unsErinnerungen, damit wir auch im Winter Rosen haben.β
Excerpts from momβs journal
Happy 1st heavenly birthday, mom πΉ
You left us nearly a year ago and there is not a single day I donβt think about you. I wish we could have had more time together, I wish you didnβt have to suffer through the cruelty of Alzheimerβs disease.
I am holding on to all our moments of joy. Especially the most recent ones, when we played your favorite music for you πΆ
Thank you @officialannielennox ππΌ words canβt describe what a gift you gave to my mom, my sister, our aunt and I.
To anyone caring for someone with dementia, do not underestimate the power of music. Make sure you know their favorite artist and songs and play those often.
β€οΈ
βGott schenkte unsErinnerungen, damit wir auch im Winter Rosen haben.β
Excerpts from momβs journal
Happy 1st heavenly birthday, mom πΉ
You left us nearly a year ago and there is not a single day I donβt think about you. I wish we could have had more time together, I wish you didnβt have to suffer through the cruelty of Alzheimerβs disease.
I am holding on to all our moments of joy. Especially the most recent ones, when we played your favorite music for you πΆ
Thank you @officialannielennox ππΌ words canβt describe what a gift you gave to my mom, my sister, our aunt and I.
To anyone caring for someone with dementia, do not underestimate the power of music. Make sure you know their favorite artist and songs and play those often.
β€οΈ
βGott schenkte unsErinnerungen, damit wir auch im Winter Rosen haben.β
Excerpts from momβs journal
Happy 1st heavenly birthday, mom πΉ
You left us nearly a year ago and there is not a single day I donβt think about you. I wish we could have had more time together, I wish you didnβt have to suffer through the cruelty of Alzheimerβs disease.
I am holding on to all our moments of joy. Especially the most recent ones, when we played your favorite music for you πΆ
Thank you @officialannielennox ππΌ words canβt describe what a gift you gave to my mom, my sister, our aunt and I.
To anyone caring for someone with dementia, do not underestimate the power of music. Make sure you know their favorite artist and songs and play those often.
β€οΈ
βGott schenkte unsErinnerungen, damit wir auch im Winter Rosen haben.β
Excerpts from momβs journal
Happy 1st heavenly birthday, mom πΉ
You left us nearly a year ago and there is not a single day I donβt think about you. I wish we could have had more time together, I wish you didnβt have to suffer through the cruelty of Alzheimerβs disease.
I am holding on to all our moments of joy. Especially the most recent ones, when we played your favorite music for you πΆ
Thank you @officialannielennox ππΌ words canβt describe what a gift you gave to my mom, my sister, our aunt and I.
To anyone caring for someone with dementia, do not underestimate the power of music. Make sure you know their favorite artist and songs and play those often.
β€οΈ
βGott schenkte unsErinnerungen, damit wir auch im Winter Rosen haben.β
Excerpts from momβs journal
Happy 1st heavenly birthday, mom πΉ
You left us nearly a year ago and there is not a single day I donβt think about you. I wish we could have had more time together, I wish you didnβt have to suffer through the cruelty of Alzheimerβs disease.
I am holding on to all our moments of joy. Especially the most recent ones, when we played your favorite music for you πΆ
Thank you @officialannielennox ππΌ words canβt describe what a gift you gave to my mom, my sister, our aunt and I.
To anyone caring for someone with dementia, do not underestimate the power of music. Make sure you know their favorite artist and songs and play those often.
β€οΈ
βGott schenkte unsErinnerungen, damit wir auch im Winter Rosen haben.β
Excerpts from momβs journal
Happy 1st heavenly birthday, mom πΉ
You left us nearly a year ago and there is not a single day I donβt think about you. I wish we could have had more time together, I wish you didnβt have to suffer through the cruelty of Alzheimerβs disease.
I am holding on to all our moments of joy. Especially the most recent ones, when we played your favorite music for you πΆ
Thank you @officialannielennox ππΌ words canβt describe what a gift you gave to my mom, my sister, our aunt and I.
To anyone caring for someone with dementia, do not underestimate the power of music. Make sure you know their favorite artist and songs and play those often.
β€οΈ
βGott schenkte unsErinnerungen, damit wir auch im Winter Rosen haben.β
Excerpts from momβs journal
Happy 1st heavenly birthday, mom πΉ
You left us nearly a year ago and there is not a single day I donβt think about you. I wish we could have had more time together, I wish you didnβt have to suffer through the cruelty of Alzheimerβs disease.
I am holding on to all our moments of joy. Especially the most recent ones, when we played your favorite music for you πΆ
Thank you @officialannielennox ππΌ words canβt describe what a gift you gave to my mom, my sister, our aunt and I.
To anyone caring for someone with dementia, do not underestimate the power of music. Make sure you know their favorite artist and songs and play those often.
β€οΈ
βGott schenkte unsErinnerungen, damit wir auch im Winter Rosen haben.β
Excerpts from momβs journal
Happy 1st heavenly birthday, mom πΉ
You left us nearly a year ago and there is not a single day I donβt think about you. I wish we could have had more time together, I wish you didnβt have to suffer through the cruelty of Alzheimerβs disease.
I am holding on to all our moments of joy. Especially the most recent ones, when we played your favorite music for you πΆ
Thank you @officialannielennox ππΌ words canβt describe what a gift you gave to my mom, my sister, our aunt and I.
To anyone caring for someone with dementia, do not underestimate the power of music. Make sure you know their favorite artist and songs and play those often.
β€οΈ
βGott schenkte unsErinnerungen, damit wir auch im Winter Rosen haben.β
Excerpts from momβs journal
Happy 1st heavenly birthday, mom πΉ
You left us nearly a year ago and there is not a single day I donβt think about you. I wish we could have had more time together, I wish you didnβt have to suffer through the cruelty of Alzheimerβs disease.
I am holding on to all our moments of joy. Especially the most recent ones, when we played your favorite music for you πΆ
Thank you @officialannielennox ππΌ words canβt describe what a gift you gave to my mom, my sister, our aunt and I.
To anyone caring for someone with dementia, do not underestimate the power of music. Make sure you know their favorite artist and songs and play those often.
β€οΈ
βGott schenkte unsErinnerungen, damit wir auch im Winter Rosen haben.β
Excerpts from momβs journal
Happy 1st heavenly birthday, mom πΉ
You left us nearly a year ago and there is not a single day I donβt think about you. I wish we could have had more time together, I wish you didnβt have to suffer through the cruelty of Alzheimerβs disease.
I am holding on to all our moments of joy. Especially the most recent ones, when we played your favorite music for you πΆ
Thank you @officialannielennox ππΌ words canβt describe what a gift you gave to my mom, my sister, our aunt and I.
To anyone caring for someone with dementia, do not underestimate the power of music. Make sure you know their favorite artist and songs and play those often.
β€οΈ
βGott schenkte unsErinnerungen, damit wir auch im Winter Rosen haben.β
Excerpts from momβs journal
Happy birthday to my Aquarius brother from another@briandnice
#bestie #loveyoulongtime #strongestmaniknow #braininjury #photographer #artist #BrianNice #SirRichard
Happy birthday to my Aquarius brother from another@briandnice
#bestie #loveyoulongtime #strongestmaniknow #braininjury #photographer #artist #BrianNice #SirRichard
Happy birthday to my Aquarius brother from another@briandnice
#bestie #loveyoulongtime #strongestmaniknow #braininjury #photographer #artist #BrianNice #SirRichard
Happy birthday to my Aquarius brother from another@briandnice
#bestie #loveyoulongtime #strongestmaniknow #braininjury #photographer #artist #BrianNice #SirRichard
Happy birthday to my Aquarius brother from another@briandnice
#bestie #loveyoulongtime #strongestmaniknow #braininjury #photographer #artist #BrianNice #SirRichard
Happy birthday to my Aquarius brother from another@briandnice
#bestie #loveyoulongtime #strongestmaniknow #braininjury #photographer #artist #BrianNice #SirRichard
Happy birthday to my Aquarius brother from another@briandnice
#bestie #loveyoulongtime #strongestmaniknow #braininjury #photographer #artist #BrianNice #SirRichard
Happy birthday to my Aquarius brother from another@briandnice
#bestie #loveyoulongtime #strongestmaniknow #braininjury #photographer #artist #BrianNice #SirRichard
Happy birthday to my Aquarius brother from another@briandnice
#bestie #loveyoulongtime #strongestmaniknow #braininjury #photographer #artist #BrianNice #SirRichard
Happy birthday to my Aquarius brother from another@briandnice
#bestie #loveyoulongtime #strongestmaniknow #braininjury #photographer #artist #BrianNice #SirRichard
Happy birthday to my Aquarius brother from another@briandnice
#bestie #loveyoulongtime #strongestmaniknow #braininjury #photographer #artist #BrianNice #SirRichard
Happy birthday to my Aquarius brother from another@briandnice
#bestie #loveyoulongtime #strongestmaniknow #braininjury #photographer #artist #BrianNice #SirRichard
Happy birthday to my Aquarius brother from another@briandnice
#bestie #loveyoulongtime #strongestmaniknow #braininjury #photographer #artist #BrianNice #SirRichard
When the full moon goes to sleep πΊ π π€
7:16am #moonsetting #sunrise
Just a boy in Chinatown feeding the birds ... gifting me with sweet memories from when I was a kid feeding the seagulls with our leftovers after every meal. Their voices are such a comforting familiar sound to me. Thank you, lil man, for this beautiful moment. πͺ½
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
The recent snowfall got me all in my feels. Healing your inner child ? How about healing your inner teenager !
I rewatched the movie #FeuerundEis from 1987.
The genius of Willy Bogner as director as well as cinematographer !
I grew up skiing and when this film came out right before our yearly winter vacation, my teenage heart was on fire !
Fire on Zermatt ice.
I donβt know what captivated me the most.
All this beauty. All this artistry.
Was it the amazing soundtrack ? The stunning editing of a sick drop-in to a saxophone solo ? Was it the surprise of breakdancing in the mix ? Or the cinematography and the level of skill it took to capture this footage on skis ? Or was it that I had a crush on all the ski teachers and fly fellas ripping down the mountains like John Eaves ? Or was it the feeling it gave me when I was going down a black run, thinking I looked this good and at ease π€π
Probably a combination of all of the above.
Little did I know that I would one day live in New York, and that I would one day model for the Bogner brand.
I never looked this fly on skies, only in my own mind, but I may have had my moments looking like Suzy Chaffee racing down the 1990s streets of New York City on my bicycle on a hot summer day. #catchmerolling
#WillyBoger #freeskiing #cultfilm
Watch this, I promise you a thrill of a ride πΏ π₯
Where all my snow bunnies at ?
I want to know who loved this film as much as I did and still do βοΈ
2026, the snow mountains are calling my name π»
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