The Big Day

So then there we go.
Went over on Sat, it was odd. We went into a Café and tried to act normal.

All the time my Bro and me were in intense E-Mai-Contact. Started rather with accusations but over time we both sat down, each on his side, reflecting what family means to us, how we became the persons we are.

Luckily I have a friend who is very good in giving new points of a view and with her help, too, I was able to reflect.
That was very good, very helpful and many a subject that was hurting us as Brother and Sister for years is now discussed, understood and forgiven.
We needed to sit down and think, obviously.

Learn that children who grew up in the same family can be totally different and that this must not at all mean they cannot be there for one another.

Our relationship has improved.

We met in Hannover, in Hospital today - tomorrow is the Big Day.

It´s a small Hospital, specialized on our Mom´s needs.
She has a room just for herself, with toilet and shower, a TV and you quickly learn she is first class Patient when it comes to the doctors.

They came in, explained and reassured.

We have big hopes it can turn out good.

A general anaesthetic is never easy, and certainly not when you´re nearly 70 and sick. Weak.

Our Mother seemed to be confident with it all. Certainly, she is afraid, as we are.

Please keep good thoughts up we see her again... Healthy!!! A person with life-quality. Oh, I am so afraid...

Brekkie Time

Or actually Brunch-Time. I already had the first bite,



... when I thought, hmmm, do people everywhere eat this?

I only learned that from Ingo. After you skip the thought of eating raw meat, it´s quite yummy.

Do you?

Wishful Thinking

... or there is maybe just no escape?

When Rodney documented about his Ride For Cancer I couldn´t say a thing.
I only thought I´d used the word "against", not "for".
(yes, I know it´s for the awareness of cancer. But if the word awareness is missing, you get the wrong information, no?)

Pessimistic person I am.

I just can´t believe that it might come to me anyways again.

My Mom will get lung-surgery next week on Wednesday.
The doctor thinks it´s likely to be it.

Oh, come on, both parents?!

It´s so darn hard to keep positive thoughts up. Right now I just have a headache.
My Mom was so "cool" on the phone with it, I think she´s just as bad an actor/masquerader as I am.


Not even 1,60m and weighing way too less. It´s high-risk I think.

One and a half week of doing nothing but hoping, thinking, wishing, it drives one nuts.

Yes, she was a heavy smoker. She quit 4 weeks ago only. Yes, she forced it to be like this.
She still works, aged 67.
She worked very, very hard after my Dad died of Cancer and my Bro still studied.
Just for maybe that? For a way... I cannot even think about.

Maybe a long way full of... you know...
And I think you maybe do know. Too many know first or second hand.

Dunno. For myself I wish an instant death.
Can happen every day with driving to work. Maybe I shouldn´t wish too much for that.
But you know what I mean.
No machines, no loss of self-control concerning the most private things in life... life, if you can call it like that.

Heck, I don´t wanna see my Mom that way, too!!!!!!

I try hard to keep good thoughts up, really, really I do.
Is there a tipp, an advice what to do?
I do believe that positive thought affect your body. I do believe they helped me keep the function of my hand back then.
That somehow it worked for me, or rather for my body (and me).

But This C-word is just so scary. So mighty. It can destroy your world just like that - after you waited for a seemingly endless period of time.

And it´s so slow and oh-so-cruel at doing so.

I try to see a light...

Move To Bremen?

Because if I wanna have Blooood-Sausage today, I´d buy it from this pal, if I lived there!



Pic from the Shopblogger, think it´s just advertising for him, so he won´t kill me, huh?

As you can see here at the Shopblogger (German).

From 8:30 to 9 tonight this 24/6-Shop will close to decorate Halloween-Like. For those 30 minutes they serve potential shoppers with hot mulled wine.

After that entrance is for persons 16 plus only, as you can see here.

Oh, my, so sad he isn´t here in Braunschweig!!!

Happy Halloween!

Addendum: Here are videos of that night.

Who Is Thomas?!

... The Wedding II

For those who know my Bro this will be no surprise: "I´ll be there at 1 to 1:30." Half an hour later it´s 2:00 and he was there a bit after 3... in Jeans and Sweater! We decorated the curch in the very last minutes and had to improvise, too.
No surprise, actually!



Beautiful, no?



I dunno what happened, but shortly before the ceremony started I heard my dear Bro telling the Pastor that, yes, he has a second name.
Because...

My first boyfriend´s name was Thomas. We liked to play a lot, but at 6 I always had to go home. So, I thought, when my Bro was born, we simply name him Thomas also and he sure will be as fun to be around with.
It must´ve been a very deep wish of mine - his second name is Thomas, and, sorry to all the Thomases in the world... but it´s more a collective term than a name (I have two in my team, btw, both guys are fun, too :-)!)
My Bro doesn´t like the name much.

The Pastor did a great job! Free speech mostly, he said their story sure was an adventure (it was!)... and when he came to the serious part...

You guess it!!! Bu-hahaha!!!

The Bride´s father very loud and astonished interrupted, "who is Thomas?!!!"

Oh, dear Bro, I´m sorry (kinda)! :-)))

My Mom´s Brothers and Sisters haven´t changed in the last 7 years, one of them, though, I haven´t seen in over 25 years... looks like my Brother! Weird! The name-sign my Bro took to the Airport wasn´t needed!

We had the yummiest food!

Ingo did the greatest job "selling" my prices, really, he surprised me a lot!!!

We had the job to get the pressies and left-over food the next day (or, let´s say in the morning) - was heaps!
Back in Braunschweig we "found" the Wedding-Soup still in Ingo´s car - 5 yummy liters!



And so much more my SIL packed:




Including the cake!!!
Though we both don´t like sweets, we certainly didn´t want to bring them bad luck and ate it!



Uhhh, so sweet....

Haha, whilst we were packing the food, SIL asked, "you want cutlery?" (Besteck)
Me.. ????

Not Besteck, she spoke of Gesteck, the bouquet!




It was a great day and night and those two looked so,so happy and beautiful!!! :-)

Life is goooooood!

The Wedding I

My Bro is a gymnast, hence they made him do a backflip :-)



And here they go, not on a bed of Roses but also on "soft soil" :-)

Lady Marmelade

Well, not that Lady Marmelade, I am one of another kind ;-)

For the coming Wedding I wanted to reprise the idea from my friend´s Wedding in August, to let the guests wrap up small servings of jam with a paper on which they leave a note for the Newlyweds before.

One of my colleagues has a card that enables him to buy at wholesale. He checked it out and said, there are 40 portions per package.
I said, ok, then bring me two packages, please, there´ll be 60 guests.
Which he did. Just.... not 40, but 100 per package!

See, here I sit with 200 small portions of marmelade - that is some kind of traffic jam, huh?
Anyone in for a sweet snack?



But, I guess I´m all set now. The money-shirts are a bit more colorful this time (naturally),



(hmmm, do I miss the good ole "Deutsche Mark" anymore? This is not as colorful, but does it, too!

Ingo made another "laundry rack" (we now slowly run out of chopsticks!):



(The "anchor" you see is a corn of rice with their names and the date of their marriage on it, put in a heart with red fluid)

Yes, also this one is wrapped up "childproof", cause people really do take it and shake it!



I have 12 cards for the 12 "winners" who will hopefully delight the Newlyweds the coming 12 months with divers functions each, now I only have to manage to find the right people for that!
Not much use if our Aunt from Switzerland would be a winner, or the Uncle from Mallorca...




The best comes here:
Ingo has something very special, too.

This is the invitation we got:



The word "Love" in many, many languages.

Here, right on top, you find the Wedding-Song Ingo mixed.
It is about Love, in many languages:
High (or standard) German, that´s what we speak.
Then German from the Middle Ages (well, those guys dress as Musketeer and Sutler when being with the Sehusa Musketiere (German).
Then Cologne Accent, that´s where my Bro studied.
Berlin-Accent, just kinda "cool", Swiss-German is part of it, too - I love it :-)

Please cross your fingers it´s not too cold.
I have the same dress I had in August!!!

Today I´m off work, I am to decorate the church with flowers. And I don´t wanna be stressed.

At 4 in the afternoon the serious part begins!

Oh, my. I haven´t seen my Mom´s Brothers and Sisters since my Dads funeral. That´s over 7 years now - will they have changed a lot? Hope they´re still fun to be around with!

Yes, around 7am... I have so much to do!
(Ingo made Pickled eggs for the team, now I have to get them safely there, too! And all the other stuff! Lucky me, the car isn´t parked too far away).

Oh, boy. My little Brother is a married Man!!!