Martin Antonenko
A Fixture
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Dear Planeteers!
My mother died last weekend - damn cancer was worse than her! She was fortunate that death came upon her in her sleep at night in her home - and if there is any consoling part in this sad message, then it is this - as well as that, until the very end, in her clear mind and She was alert and did not need strong narcotic drugs.
My mother had deliberately decided not to undergo clinical interventions and life-prolonging measures, which requires great courage and consistency, which I admire! I hope I can do that as well, when the turn is on me.
As someone who fled home at 18, it took a long time for my mother and me to come together again and make peace with each other. My twin brother unfortunately was not able (or wanted) to do this too.
Today I am glad and grateful that I was able to accompany her during her last stage of life, as far as this was possible - living in different cities.
During a trip to the Elbe in the surrounding area of Hamburg, this common image of us arose. When we enjoyed the warming spring sun, I spontaneously asked a random stranger to take this picture ...:
I did not know at that day that it was our last trip together and the last picture showing my mother. It was a nice day for both of us - and that's how I want to remember her!
It is said that the photo shows that I am cut out of my mother's face!
And I add that I have also rediscovered many traits in my character, which also had my mother: Emphatie, great helpfulness, an extremely finely balanced sense of justice - but also the typical North German bullhead, if necessary to struggle with the whole world, if one is convinced of the correctness and importance of a thing itself!
I am very sad that my mother is dead! And I'm very thankful that she lived!
M. R.
My mother died last weekend - damn cancer was worse than her! She was fortunate that death came upon her in her sleep at night in her home - and if there is any consoling part in this sad message, then it is this - as well as that, until the very end, in her clear mind and She was alert and did not need strong narcotic drugs.
My mother had deliberately decided not to undergo clinical interventions and life-prolonging measures, which requires great courage and consistency, which I admire! I hope I can do that as well, when the turn is on me.
As someone who fled home at 18, it took a long time for my mother and me to come together again and make peace with each other. My twin brother unfortunately was not able (or wanted) to do this too.
Today I am glad and grateful that I was able to accompany her during her last stage of life, as far as this was possible - living in different cities.
During a trip to the Elbe in the surrounding area of Hamburg, this common image of us arose. When we enjoyed the warming spring sun, I spontaneously asked a random stranger to take this picture ...:
I did not know at that day that it was our last trip together and the last picture showing my mother. It was a nice day for both of us - and that's how I want to remember her!
It is said that the photo shows that I am cut out of my mother's face!
And I add that I have also rediscovered many traits in my character, which also had my mother: Emphatie, great helpfulness, an extremely finely balanced sense of justice - but also the typical North German bullhead, if necessary to struggle with the whole world, if one is convinced of the correctness and importance of a thing itself!
I am very sad that my mother is dead! And I'm very thankful that she lived!
M. R.
