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I've been planning to say goodbye to my father in writing for a long time, and when I recently heard this song on the radio, I took Cindy and Bert to give space to my memories.
At all it seems, that my subconscious all’ dig out these ancient texts, especially if it seems so, as if I was being followed by German hits from the 60s and 70s. It's easy psychologically, my brain is selective and uses the possibilities – in the car, I keep switching to Radio Burgenland (!) and Lower Austria – which are offered to him.
Memories of Heidelberg are memories of you and that beautiful time, I dream all the time. My father was passionate, when it came to music. On Sunday he loved listening to marching music on the radio and when I'm out and about in town today and it just happens to be, that a marching band is also playing, I stop and listen.
My father made it possible for me to get to know a wide range of music, which starts at Glen Miller and never ends. I've been thinking now, where I wanted to put an end, should or could, but there is none. In the spirit I go all’ through the hundreds of single records, that I got from him and there, too, everything is wildly mixed up.
He always talked, that I was only active in music in the nursery and that La Paloma Blanca was one of my favorite songs. I also danced long before I took a step.
Fathers should be heroes and in this case my father was my MC hero.
That he wasn't a hero everywhere, is simply often due to life and above all outside of ours (and I mean my brother's or mine) Range and possibilities. You don't love less because of that. And the sadness manifests itself in the trifles of memories of my papa. And it's these memories that I like to hold onto. Lovely, funny and absurd memories, that give you an inner smile.
Such an absurd memory is now also in my living room. I couldn't bring myself to give away the Westminster table clock. My grandmother already had a watch like this in her apartment and my father bought one too. Of course, it can be wound manually with a wonderful bell mechanism, which we announce every quarter of an hour, that a quarter of an hour has passed. Opinions are divided in my household and the princess in particular is the loudest, when she informs me, how much she hates this watch. I am still indifferent and have already threatened my brother, that at some point this watch will simply stand with him and he will have to wind it. And if the watch is lucky, at some point it will be among the offspring, because it is exactly these memories, that stay and tell stories.
In eternal memory of my Master of Ceremonies.