On the 20th of June 2008 we conducted Senta to Paradise.
To get there, the journey was very long.
We tried everything to push the ultimate destination forward.
She wanted to survive but the incurable illness took all her strength.
We held tightly onto each other but alas……
“She passed away….like a silence,
Like a friendly silence who one touch with very soft hands.
She passed away….. like a tear,
Like a tear of clear water
Falling slowly like a petal from a flower,
She passed away….. like a butterfly,
A golden butterfly
Flying upwards from the Cross above the stars.
( Olivier Messiaen )
And like that, my “Little Prince” ( St. Exupéry ) glided away.
The ties we created will remain for ever.
Senta is unique for me as I was for her.
It is true, we cannot live without each other |