Last night, I saw my mom crying.

It's February 24, 2022, and last night I saw my mother crying.

Those who know me will be amazed. Your mom? It's no longer alive? That's right, my mother died at the beginning of the Corona crisis at the age of 94. Despite the lack, I am glad that she closed her eyes just before this terrible crisis. She was beginning dementia and didn't understand the fact that she needed more care. Had to move from an adjoining home to a health care facility and was sometimes scared and uncertain. The confusion and the falling over and over again made living alone really no longer go.

Shortly after her death came the first lockdown in which family were no longer allowed to visit their parents in healthcare facilities. She wouldn't have understood and died of grief. With all subsequent Corona measures, I was happy again and again that she did not have to experience this pandemic.

My mother who I remember as a young girl as a happy always singing mother who made a song out of everything and loved all kinds of standard spells (yes I got it from her). My mother, who had had an incredibly hard life with her 94 years, which meant that whistling and singing disappeared over the years. A life in which she not only lost her husband to whom she was married for almost 60 years, but also lost 3 children to cancer.