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Resurrection office for Rudi Dannemark
Weywertz, January 12, 2010


Today we say goodbye to Rudi Dannemark, who left the train of life forever on Friday evening. Five weeks ago, on December 1st, he had to go to the St.Vither hospital. He spent the Advent and Christmas season there and is now coming back one last time ... after the Christmas season has come to an end.
Rudi was a railroad worker by profession, a job he enjoyed doing, first in Sourbrodt, then in Küchelscheid ... until his retirement.

Our life is like traveling by train, getting on and off. There are accidents during some of the stops, pleasant surprises and deep sadnesses on the way on our train journey.
When we are born and get on the train, we meet people who we believe will be with us throughout our journey. Our parents. Unfortunately, the truth is different. They got off at another station and left us behind.
However, other people who are important to us get on the train. It's our siblings, our friends, and wonderful people we love.
Some of these people who get on board see the journey as a walk, for others it is a journey full of hardships and sadness.
And there are others on the train who are always there and ready to help those who need it. Some leave behind a longing when they get out. Some get in and out again, and we hardly noticed them.
We are amazed that some of the passengers we love best get into another car and let us make the journey in this section alone.
This is the journey: full of challenges, hopes, dreams, but also farewells without return.
So let's make the trip in the best possible way.
Let's try to get along well with our fellow travelers and let's look for the best in them.
Let us remember that in each section of the route one of the companions can fluctuate and needs our understanding. We too waver and there we give someone who understands us.

The big secret of the trip is that we don't know when we will finally get off. Nor do we know when our fellow travelers will get off. Breaking up with people I met during the trip will be painful. But we have the hope that the central train station will come at some point, and I have the feeling that I will see them arrive.
With luggage that they didn't have when they got in. What will make me happy is that I helped to add good things to your luggage.
Let's see that we had a good trip and that it was worth the effort in the end.
Let's try to leave an empty seat behind when we leave, which will leave fond memories for those traveling on. We wish those who were part of our train a safe journey, a journey - like Rudi - leads to the Eternal Light.

In addition to gardening, Rudi indulged in a game of cards every Sunday morning. Here, too, there are quite a few parallels that can be drawn between life and the card game.
He had learned Skat at an early age and always enjoyed playing this card game. Now there are days when we struggle with almost every sheet of paper that is given to us. The cards are too bad to play and we feel like we are nothing but a card holder and we don't stand a chance anyway. On other days we are brave and sometimes play with hands that do not look like a sure win. And even if we lose some of those games, we feel better because we're in the game.
We have little control over what cards life gives us, but we have a lot of control over what we do with the hand we are dealt.
There is no question that it is easier to win with a good hand than with a bad one - this is just as true in card games as it is in life. But I can have a good life even with a bad hand, namely if I don't complain about it, but make the best of it. Because it is not the winning that matters, but rather the game itself.
Life is like a card game: what you have been given is predetermined; but how you play with it is your decision. "
Since ancient times, the funeral mass has started with the cry: "Requiem aeternam dona eis, domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis!" "Eternal light shine for them" - that is our wish for Rudi too.
"Eternal light shine for Rudi." Something else shines up from the Christmas festival that lies behind us: from the light that appeared to us, from the morning star Christ, who illuminated us in the dead of night and illuminates us - home to the father's paradise.
At this hour we ask that the splendor of the eternal light RUDI has risen, that the sun of God shone on him on the night of death and that this light shines for him forever.

Resurrection office for Nella Boemer-Theissen
Wwe by Rudolf Boemer
Weywertz, January 23, 2010

reading from the letter to the Romans 6
3 Don't you know that all of us who have been baptized into Christ Jesus have been baptized into his death?
4 We were buried with him through baptism to death; and as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, so we too are to live as new people.
8 If we have now died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him.
9 We know that Christ, raised from the dead, dies no more; death no longer has any power over him.
Word of the Living God

Gospel: Joh 14,1-6 "In my father's house there are many dwellings" (16)


“When the strength left her, it wasn't dying; there it was redemption, now it is peace. "
With these words you, dear Boemer family, announced the death of your mother to our Christian community. A long life path for our human experience finally came to an end on Wednesday morning, a long life with all its struggles, the experience of difficult times, a long married life with all its light and dark sides, taking care of the family, building a house, finally the infirmities of old age, and now this farewell here to give her her final escort.

So we're here this morning to say goodbye to our late Nella.
Nella Theissen was born shortly after the First World War, on August 24, 1919, in Hinderhausen. After attending the local elementary school, she went into a position for several years, as was usual for most girls of the time, in order to learn the art of housekeeping.

In June 1994 she celebrated the gold wedding anniversary with her husband Rudolf, the family and many others. One year later, on December 9th, 1995, Rudolf, whom she devotedly cared for for a long time with the support of the children, died. Three years ago she came to our retirement home, where she had gradually settled in and felt more and more at home, even though her home was on Champagner Strasse until the end.

Then slowly the receding consciousness, the anxious question for you, how much does she actually get with and whether death would not be the redemption, as it says in the motto that you have chosen.

In August of last year she reached her 90th birthday, which was duly celebrated.

Losing someone, especially your mother, is always bad, and her absence leaves a void in your life. This is true even if this person has reached old age. A mother always leaves too early, such a departure breaks the innermost bond that nature has woven between two people. - Let sorrow fill us in this way; the thanks will still be greater, the thanks for the time spent together.

Scenes emerge before our inner eyes that we want to capture: certain words, gestures, certain behavior, the place where she has always sat.

Each of us carries a picture, carries his picture of the deceased in our hearts. And let everyone express their gratitude for what they have experienced and keep it alive in their hearts and memories.

If we were to paint or describe a personal picture of Nella, several thoughts come to mind:

The first: your care for the family, your concern for the children, the nine grandchildren and the five great-grandchildren: her life's mission in the family until she herself was looked after by her family and in the home and was accompanied.

And the second thing that comes to mind is her joy in the flowers in the house, which she cherished and tended. We know the role of flowers and blossoms in nature. Everyone wants to become a fruit one day. She sacrifices her beauty to awaken new life. Every flower is a sign of hope for a new life. The Bible speaks of flowers first as a symbol of impermanence. Those who surround themselves with flowers have to learn to agree to this transitory nature. The splendor of bloom and the misery of withering can sometimes be experienced in one day. The blossom is not permanent. We humans are created according to the same pattern.

She rarely missed one appointment a month: It was the monthly meeting of the Pensioners' Association and the joint card game with the other senior citizens ... but also with the grandchildren, to whom she taught the card game.

And last but not least, her joy in singing: She has developed this joy in the retirement home in recent years. Whether at church services or at the meeting in the home: With all her strength and fervor, she loved to sing with all her heart ... and that we can certainly continue to do her in heaven.

For us Christians, death is not a sinking into darkness, but a passing over to another, new and eternal life. To speak of death in this way is empowered by the one who first came from death to life. Nella were baptized in his name. So we can have the hope that he will complete it.

That is why we stand here as mourners on the one hand, but also as believers and hopers. We are not just waiting for our own death - it is not death that will take us, it is the living God who opens the door to eternal life for us. Amen.

Resurrection office for Arnold Andres
Spouse by Paula Joucken
Butgenbach, January 28, 2010


Dear Paula, dear Arnold family, dear fellow Christians,

"Humor is when you laugh anyway", this thought came to our minds as we sat together last Sunday, a few hours after Arnold's death, and thought about his life.
Arnold was a person with a sense of humor. Even in his illness he kept his sense of humor. The humor also helped him not to lose courage, not to hang his head, but always to keep hope. Until the end he retained a strong will to live. Like a stand-up man, he got up again and again. He wanted to go home again.

Does humor hold up in the face of death? There can only be humor where a person looks beyond the horizon of this world. Because even the bitterest cross has the shine of eternity behind it! Humor is best achieved by someone who has great faith in God. And he kept it up to the last.

Even in the sick room in the St. Nikolaus Hospital in Eupen, he knew how to joke and that also made it easier for you to cope with his illness and his increasingly difficult state of health.

Arnold was born on June 3, 1929 as 3 of seven children - seven other children died in infancy - to the married couple Johann and Josefine Weynand in Bütgenbach. He was the eldest son of his parents with two older sisters.
Growing into this large family, he had a tough youth. The circumstances back then were not rosy and there was poverty. Then the war time began: Arnold was only 11 years old when the war began with its many hardships. At the age of 15 he saw the end of the war and was drafted at a young age, even if, thank God, he was no longer deployed because the war was over. But this time has had a very strong impact on him to this day. in it showed that he has spoken of this time often and read many books that dealt with this time.

54 years ago on December 28, 1955, he married his wife Paula in the Amel parish church and celebrated the rare gold wedding anniversary with her four years ago in December 2005.

Arnold is still known to many as "Uncle Arnold", since he drove the school bus at the state school at that time for many, many years and was also the caretaker at the school, while he also ran a small farm. Tasks that suited him very well, after all, he was a person who approached people without hesitation, talked to them, knew a lot to tell, was talkative and cheered many people up. That's how I've always known him: sociable and uncomplicated. Many of the students at that time still remember Arnold when he and Paula transported students from many villages to Bütgenbach.

But health has not played along in recent years: Numerous hospital stays followed, most recently on November 30th of last year when he had to go back to the hospital and has not left it since then, although he would have loved to come back home .

Arnold, who sang along in our church choir for many years until his voice no longer allowed it, was always happy when the grandchildren came to him, of whom he was mightily proud.

And then there was his chicken rearing, which he made his hobby. That also suited his social nature very much when people came to him to have eggs and had a chat with them.

When the doctors told the secretary of Pope John XXIII, who was known for his humor, that the Pope was going to die today and brought this message to him, he burst into tears on his knees and buried his face in the hands. Then the Pope stroked his head affectionately and said: “Just look here: my secretary, otherwise so strong and sober, is completely dissolved. And yet he tells his superior the most beautiful thing that can be said to a person: Today you will go to paradise! "

If you laugh anyway, humor is also in the face of death. But a person with great trust in God is most likely to succeed.

For us Christians, death is not a sinking into darkness, but a passing over to another, new and eternal life. To speak of death in this way is empowered by the one who was the first to come from death to life.

That is why we stand here as mourners on the one hand, but also as believers and hopers. We are not just waiting for our own death - it is not death that will take us, it is the living God who opens the door to eternal life for us. Amen.

A story by Anthony de Mello:
The master was in a communicative mood; so his students tried to find out from him which stages of development he had gone through in his search for the divine. He began: “First, God took me by the hand and led me to the land of action, and there I stayed for several years. Then He returned to me and led me to the land of suffering; there I lived until my heart was cleansed of any excessive attachment. Then I found myself again in the land of love, whose flame consumed everything that was left of myself. And that brought me to the land of silence, where the secrets of life and death were revealed before my astonished eyes. ”“ Was that the last stage of your search? ”They asked. “No,” said the Master, “one day God said, 'Today I will take you into the innermost sanctuary of the temple, into the heart of God himself.' And I was taken to the land of laughter. "

Resurrection office for Peter Dederichs
Wwer by Lydie Etienne
Weywertz, February 5, 2010

Dear family of Peter,

So suddenly everything can be completely different. The shock runs deep and makes many of us difficult. The so surprising death of PETER does not let go of us and occupies us deeply.
What happened at his home on MONDAY is bitter and bad. Death tore HIM out of your and your life, out of all of our lives.

All of a sudden you lost one of your loved ones. We are all sorry for your great pain. As a sign of sympathy, we would like to accompany you for a while in these difficult hours of farewell.

After you had to say goodbye to your mother and grandmother LYDIE two years ago, on December 17th, 2007, it is certainly the hardest moment for you as a son to have to say goodbye to your father completely and irrevocably.

It is with great pain that you feel that this intimate familiarity as it existed between you and him has now broken off.
And situations come to mind in which the love of the father, of your parents, has been particularly expressed, which are so speaking and at the same time so simple. But you too, Alain and his family, you took care of him, checked him regularly ... although he kept telling you: “Don't worry about me!” The grandchildren were his everything.
Gospel: “Do not worry about your life and that you have something to eat, nor of your body and that you have something to wear. Isn't life more important than food and the body more important than clothing? Who of you, with all your worry, can prolong your life for even a small period of time? And what do you care about your clothes? Learn from the lilies that grow in the field: they don't work and they don't spin. But I tell you, even Solomon in all his splendor was not dressed like one of them. So don't worry and don't ask: what should we eat? What should we drink? What should we wear? Your Heavenly Father knows you need all of these. But for you it must first be about his kingdom and his righteousness; then everything else will be added to you. "

Let us first of all take a few moments to remember who PETER was for each and every one of us. How did we experience it? What did we particularly like and appreciate about him? What was his special way of dealing with life and people?

You can think of many pictures and situations in which you celebrated and laughed or worked with PETER. Memories of conversations and encounters with him are awakened, which are not taken away from you by his sudden death. They will connect you with him well beyond death.

With Lydie's sudden death two years ago, Peter fell into a deep hole of great grief. He suffered a lot as a result. He often sat, cried, prayed and mourned in our parish church. Slowly, very slowly, it took a long time, he gradually worked his way out again and tried to take life back into his hands. Last year he underwent an operation and after a long hospital stay, most recently in rehab, he got better and better. I always remember the visits to Peter as very pleasant.
In any case, he has tackled his life again and took it courageously into hand.

His life was the mill. Here was his second home, where - until last year - he worked for 35 years, as a caretaker performed so many different services and put his heart and soul into his work. But he was more than the one who works there. Peter, or Pierre as they called him, was the family friend, part of the family; They particularly valued him: he was always there, day and night, until the very end.

The cordial relationship between neighbors should also be emphasized: He was popular with the neighbors, who also liked to take care of. Sometimes it was a soup, sometimes a pudding that they brought him, but also the visits to him: all small, but very important signs of affection and cordiality. But Peter, too, was always ready to help and always on hand: a tap dripped somewhere, Peter hurried to help.

I have always experienced Peter as a warm person who was looking for conversation and approaching people. That meant a lot to him. I found him peaceful, not contentious, friendly, never grumpy or in a bad mood. Always with a relaxed smile on his face and satisfied, he did not complain: That was probably a decisive character trait of Peter: In any case, I have never seen him with a long face.

Every Sunday morning was his first trip to church: he was in church early in the morning, even when Lydie was still alive, to light a candle and pray. The church had to be unlocked early on Sunday morning so that he would not stand in front of the locked door.

Still, the pain and grief remain. It's all in us that hurts so much when we say goodbye. Let us try to pause for a few moments in all of this.

Let us be helped by the words of the gospel of Matthew that we have heard. Maybe you can tell us something that helps and encourages us:

We are told to be vigilant because we do not know the day the Lord is coming. We saw on Monday how sudden and surprising that can be. Everything can be very different that quickly. That can make us think.

The words from this gospel sound cautionary. We are confronted with how much death belongs not only to life in general, but to our own life. We are asked to live mindfully and vigilantly. But we can also hear from the words how important it is to fulfill the mission in our life that has been entrusted to us.

What is said in this Gospel text about that faithful and wise servant whom the Lord meets as such, we can also apply to PETER. He was a person to be relied on. Everyone could talk and calculate with him. He was real and loyal. He brought his skills and abilities to the fore for his family, his long-term job at the mill, and his life's work. That bothered him. That challenged him. That cost him strength. For this, may God now forever give him immortal joy and the feast of eternal life.

Resurrection office for Ernst Leuther
Spouse by Marlene Heinen
Bütgenbach, February 19, 2010

Dear family von Ernst,
“I want to go home” - Ernst said these words just a few minutes before his death in the lung ward of the Liège University Hospital. He died a little later, exactly twelve years later to the day, after his mother gave her life back to the Creator at the old age of 90, also on February 14th.
A long struggle came to an end after 11 weeks of hospitalization, initially 2 ½ weeks in our St. Vither St. Josef Clinic, then six weeks in the intensive care unit in Liège and finally on the lung ward.
“I want to go home,” he said. And in fact he was supposed to come home yesterday, Thursday, more precisely to our nursing home in Bütgenbach.

Ernst was born 71 years ago on August 28, 1938 in Konzen as the eldest of six children of the married couple Leo and Helene Leuther-Schmitz.
Over 43 years ago he married Marlene on May 14, 1966. For 13 years, i. H. Since 1997 he has been severely disabled, sometimes paralyzed: Not only walking, but also speaking caused him great problems, so that he could no longer be understood well when he wanted to express something.

Most recently, Ernst worked at the leather factory, where he received early retirement after the factory had to close its doors.
Ernst was a satisfied person, plain and simple, without great demands, also resigned in his fate, full of joy with his two grandchildren Laura and Kevin.

Many of us got to know him as a very humorous person who liked to laugh with other people ... even in the last few years. Traveling was his great passion: he liked to travel, was happy to get to know other places. Unfortunately, that has not been possible for him in the last few years. In addition to getting to know other places and countries, he was a spontaneous person who had no problems approaching people and talking to them.

He was also a passionate collector and pursued his hobbies. At the W.E. you could find him at the flea market in Hergersberg or, what he also liked to do, collecting postcards.

Dear mourners,

The day before yesterday, on Ash Wednesday, we began the forty days of Lent under the sign of the ashes. Ashes were strewn over our heads with the admonishing word: Remember, man, that you are dust and will return to dust again. What we anticipated on Ash Wednesday in the sign, we have to accept as reality today: the death of a loved one, the transfer of his mortal shell into the earth, the experience that our life passes and nothing remains.
Sure, a lot remains: the wonderful memories of what we shared with him will remain. These are the colorful confetti of joie de vivre, the many happy memories of Ernst. Words that the deceased told us will remain. What the deceased gave us in terms of concrete things, but also of care, affection, all of this will remain in us.

But we won't stay either. With our disintegration, a piece of life history is forgotten and lost again. You are dust and you return to dust - so it says in the first book of the Bible.

“It's all over on Ash Wednesday” - Does that also apply to us when the dust of death covers our lives?
As Christians, we believe that when we die we do not simply vanish into nothing, but that a loving YOU comes towards us. Ernst was baptized into this faith.
“God, who also sees what is hidden, will reward you” - this is what the Gospel of Ash Wednesday said again and again. We can hope for the same for our deceased. That God sees all the hidden good of his life and will reward him for it.
And that Ernst can now enjoy the new, immortal life forever.

Resurrection office for Therese Schumacher-Brück
Wwe by Michel Schumacher
Weywertz, March 4th, 2010

Saying: “How humble was your whole life, full of toil and work, care and burden. Those who knew you can testify of how joyful you appeared. God pays you for your labor deine. You never die in our hearts. "

Intercessions (family):
1) We ask that our grandmother Therese will now be accepted into the kingdom of God and find her family, friends or acquaintances who have already left us.
2) We ask for all those who were close to our grandmother, through faith in God, to come to terms with their deaths.
3) We ask for help for the people of Haiti, Chilis and Europe who have recently been exposed to environmental disasters. We also want to think of the victims and their relatives who suffered in the last train accident and the terrible gas explosion.
4) We ask for all sick people who still have a difficult way to go. Give them courage and strength.

Texts: Reading from the Book of Psalms.
The Lord is my shepherd, I will lack nothing. He lets me lie down on green meadows / and leads me to the resting place by the water. He satisfies my desires; / he guides me on the right path, true to his name. Do I have to wander in a dark ravine / I fear no disaster; for you are with me, / your stick and your staff give me confidence. You set the table for me / in front of my enemies' eyes. You anoint my head with oil / you fill my cup abundantly. All my life I will be followed by pure kindness and grace / and I may live in the house of the Lord for a long time. - Word of the Living God.

Gospel: John 14.1-6
1 Don't let your heart get confused. Believe in God and believe in me!
2 There are many apartments in my father's house. If it were not so, would I have said to you: I am going to prepare a place for you?
3 When I have gone and have prepared a place for you, I will come again and will bring you to me so that you can also be where I am.
4 And where I'm going - you know the way there.
5 Thomas said to him: Lord, we don't know where you are going. Then how should we know the way?


Dear Therese family, dear friends, neighbors of our deceased,
dear fellow Christians,

Today we are separating from one of our oldest villagers: “Henneres Theres” has become 92 years and 6 months.

Since Thursday you could see where it was going, and after a few days of agony, she died on Sunday evening at 9:00 pm in our senior citizens' home "Hof", where she had been since March 17, 2008 after breaking a leg for three weeks came to the hospital and had become a nursing case. The nursing home joined.

Many of us are grieved despite their old age. I appreciated Therese for her constant friendliness, simplicity and serenity. With her, nothing was artificial, artificial. She lived in agreement with the people: the family, good friends and neighbors made it possible for her to stay in her apartment for a long time. If we ignore the last few years, she could still feed herself and take care of herself.

She lived in agreement with God: He was the mainstay of her life, his rule permeated her life. By faith she answered his actions in good days. She could still pray in times of adversity. Therese had to look into the grave of her son Ewald, who suddenly died on July 24, 2007 on the pilgrimage to Banneux.

At the age of only 63, her husband Michel died 40 years ago. And she kept praying and was with us Sunday after Sunday in the service until it was no longer possible.

We miss such people. Hence the mourning of those who, together with Therese, have confirmed each other in their promise: "We proclaim your death, O Lord, and we praise your resurrection until you come in glory."

Since she was baptized she took the name of St. Theresa worn by Avila. Her prayer of life could be the advice of our 92-year-olds: “Nothing should frighten you, nothing should frighten you. Everything will pass. God alone remains the same. The patient achieves everything, and whoever has God has everything. God alone is enough. "

Therese has now gone home - comforted and accompanied by her family, her relatives, just as one would like to wish oneself.

Death - at the age of 93 - was not a slump, but rather like the evening after a long, fulfilling day. Her life arc, her powers have come to the natural end - and secure in the belief that we are also kept in death by the God who says: Do not be afraid, I am with you. This belief also gave her the strength to accept impermanence from God's hand just as she accepted life - and loved to live.

We mourn because we see the loss side of death. There is a person from this earth who also belongs to our life, who is dear and familiar to us - and a whole world goes with him: a person in his uniqueness, with his longing, with his experiences that only he has had; a person with his lovable and familiar sides and with his innermost secret that no one can fathom except God himself.

Therese has experienced the great upheavals of the past century in the long span of her life: Born at the end of the First World War, when the German Kaiser still ruled over our region, happy and hard times, the difficult war years, letting go and parting: the death of hers Husband already 40 years ago, the death of her son 2 ½ years ago and finally the collapse in health that has made her difficult over the past few years.

But it was given to her to take life positively. She enjoyed life, she was a satisfied, humorous woman who liked to laugh. She had her sayings in store, a quiet person who doesn't brag ... just loving and peaceful. Above all, she liked to maintain contact with her family with her four grandchildren and six great-grandchildren, and with many friends and acquaintances, whether playing cards or with the pensioners' association in the parish hall. She was happy to enjoy a schnapps in the evening

“All true life is an encounter”, says a profound word - and she lived from this wisdom. Now their life has culminated in the encounter with God, who tells us through Jesus Christ: “I want them to have life and have it in abundance.” God gave us the gift of life, not to give it again in death to collect - one does not collect a gift, especially not from God - but to exchange it for something even greater: the fullness of life in communion with Him. Life on this earth is not such that one would like to wish it to continue forever; but it is also more than just a foretaste of the eternal. It is the material from which God will once complete our life when he adds the piece to the whole.

What a person has given, hoped, loved and fought through will only come to full splendor in God's hands. "I give them eternal life," says Jesus, "they will never perish, and no one will snatch them from my hand."

Resurrection office for Catharina (Kättchen) Sünnen-Schumacher
Spouse by Josef Sünnen
Weywertz, March 9, 2010

Saying: “The wind blows a leaf from the tree, one of many leaves.You hardly notice the one leaf, because one is not one. But this one sheet alone was part of our life, so we will always miss this sheet alone. "

Mt 24
42 Be vigilant! Because you do not know what day your Lord is coming.
43 Remember, if the master of the house knew what time of the night the thief was coming, he would stay awake and not allow his house to be broken into.
44 Therefore, you also keep yourselves ready! For the Son of Man comes at an hour when you do not expect it.
45 So who is the faithful and wise servant whom the Lord has appointed to give the servants what they need to eat at the right time?
46 Blessed is the servant whom the master finds busy when he comes!
47 Amen, I tell you: he will make him the steward of all his property.

introduction (Reference to the song: "I stand in front of you ...")
“I stand before you empty-handed, sir; your ways are foreign to me like your name. They have been calling to God for as long as people have lived. My lot is death, don't you have another blessing? ", So we sing with a song from the praise of God. In these days you feel especially painful these empty hands, of which our song sings after your wife and mother so suddenly and unexpectedly has been snatched away. God's ways can become alien to one, and we seek consolation. My lot is death, don't you have another blessing?
To whom should we turn in the face of death, if not to God, our song also knows. He alone can speak the word that comforts and liberates, as the song goes on to say, and that leads us into his great peace. He alone can unlock the country that no longer knows any borders. Where everything limited is transformed into space; where everything imperfect in our life becomes whole; where our life finds its consummation.
We want to hold onto this God. Because his word is true: "If we have died with Christ, we will also live with him." So we want to believe with confidence that God gave your wife and mother this word when they died, which will lead them in God's great peace and let her live among the redeemed, so that at the moment of her sudden death she could hear his voice: Little daughter, come and share in the joy of your Lord!

Introduction II 
"Our life lasts 70 years, when it comes up it is 80", so it says in the reading from the Book of Psalms. That is what we can expect in years of life according to average human experience. Your wife, your deceased mother , Mother-in-law and grandma have been given a few more years.
She is 83 years old. That she died so suddenly, even though she was never sick, that she didn't need a doctor or pharmacist in her life - within a few seconds - that was a blessing for her. At the end of her life she did not have to go through a painful path of suffering. She left this world peacefully without a death throes. And even if death came very unexpectedly, as a believing woman she was not unprepared.

Our minds agree to all of this. But our heart says something else. To have to let a loved one go in death, that hurts - no matter how many years, especially if it is the wife with whom you have been married for 58 years, or as a mother. Because all love wants eternity. Even the longest life - seen through the eyes of love - is too short.
After our 70, 80 or 83 years of life, God does not let us fall back into nothingness, but welcomes us into his eternity. This is what we believe and ask for our departed ones.


Dear von Kättchen family, dear friends, neighbors of our deceased,
Dear fellow Christians,

Death came quietly to your wife, your mother and grandmother, like a thief in the night. A short exhalation in the night from Thursday to Friday, the Sacred Heart Friday, and there you, Joseph, find your wife dead in bed. She had just passed away at the age of 83.

It shows again what we hear in the gospel: Nobody knows the hour. That is why it is important to be vigilant so that death does not surprise us like an enemy.
This vigilance does not mean that we should anxiously stare at possible omens as to whether it is not about dying, in order to then quickly fix everything. Rather, this vigilance means a way of life that counts on God. Let yourself be guided by Christ's word and deed in your life, stay connected with him in your heart.

If you want to say something about Kättchen, say: “She was a satisfied woman and she died in peace”, you said to me, Josef, the day after her death: “She was a satisfied woman and died in peace . "

As a saying you remembered on the night of death: “The wind blows a leaf from the tree, one of many leaves. You hardly notice the one leaf, because one is not one. But this one sheet alone was part of our life, so we will always miss this sheet alone. "

Yes what is man Just one of many leaves on a tree that you hardly notice, just a drop in the sea, just a speck of dust in the sand by the sea.

But the saying continues this thought: Man is not just a leaf among many leaves, not just a speck of dust on the scales. This leaf was part of your life and it was God's thought, God's property, created and loved by him. And that is why he does not allow anything he has created, not even the leaf among many on the tree, to fall back into nothingness; not even in death.

We can believe that for Kättchen: that her life is taken up with God because in everything that He has made his immortal spirit dwells.

But the leaves aren't all that's left of the tree. Because the fruits lie under the leaves. So we can thank you for having little leaves. You children and grandchildren, and many others among us, may taste these fruits for many years to come. But this consolation remains limited. He does not give us back the deceased.

We all fall like leaves from a tree. And yet there is one who holds this falling infinitely gently in his hands. There is the big hand that catches everything that wants to be caught.

What is said here with a view to God became reality in Jesus Christ. He who took us by the hand in baptism, who wanted to be the third party in your covenant, who comes very close to us in every sacrament, pointed us to the parable of the grain of wheat: There is no death, there is only transformation : “If the grain of wheat does not fall into the earth and die, that is to say, more precisely: it changes, it remains alone. But when it changes, it bears abundant fruit! «The risen One testifies to it in himself: He was supposedly dead like a seed in the earth. But that sprout into life at Easter and gives us hope beyond death.

That is why Jesus Christ preserves our life until the eternal feast, where we will all come together and have life in abundance.
Let us comfort one another in this way: Death does not have the last word! The great, merciful hand of God is waiting for us.

The wind blows our leaf from the tree and we fall, that is our human fate, but we fall into His hands. And even in death we cannot fall deeper than into his hands.

Resurrection office for Elvire Reuter-Bergenhuizen
Spouse by Walter Reuter
Weywertz, March 15, 2010


Dear Elvire family, dear neighbors and fellow Christians,

The day before her death, on Thursday evening, you, Walter, laughed with your wife Elvire, and nothing indicated that she should be dead the next day, Friday morning.

The health of our deceased has been very poor for the past three years. Many, many weeks of hospitalization in St. Vith, where I often visited her, and now 1 ½ weeks ago she came back to the hospital, this time in Malmedy, where she passed away on Friday morning.

Despite her serious illness, she has retained her fighter nature, wanted to get out of the hospital again, and made new plans. She was a woman, that's how I have known her for the last 14 years since she moved here from Kelmis and two years later, in 1998, married Walter, like a woman full of power, full of vitality and courage, restless, a life full of work because she worked hard until her lungs couldn't cope. While she was still in the hospital, she worried about the others, just as she had always cared for the others in her whole life and put herself on the back burner.

But behind this woman, who outwardly also gave the impression of a cheerful, lively and cheerful person, hid a suffering that she had suffered for many years: she had the death of her child Daniel at the age of just 6 months about 30 years ago deeply shaped to this day. She suffered a lot from that and borne it very hard. This death decided her life, right down to her heart: she took this suffering with her into death. The death of her child led to her having such an intimate relationship with the grandchildren, especially Mike.

Fate struck your mother, your wife (marriage 1998) quickly and cruelly on Friday morning. From one moment to the next she was torn from life - a severe blow of fate. And that at the age of only 62! This is actually not yet an age to die. She was born 62 years ago as the fourth of five children.
As Christians we can add: It is not simply a blind fate that has taken them by the hand and led them away, but the living God, in whose hand our souls are safe; to the place where we no longer have to endure agony, but receive the benefits of God.

This having to say goodbye, the separation from someone who was close to us and whom we loved, it hurts, it hurts a lot. But as Christians we can comfort ourselves with the fact that death is not simply a cutting off, i.e. an end and destruction, but a harvest, the bringing in of the good fruits of a life into the barns of God. Christ promised us that we would be in good hands there. We want to trust him, just as Elvire himself did.

Resurrection office for Peter Boemer
Spouse by Maria Rozein
Weywertz, March 26, 2010

Dear family of Peter, dear neighbors and fellow Christians,

Until a few weeks ago, Peter went Sunday after Sunday over the lower Wallbrückstraße towards the Wallbrücke up the mountain to a statue of Our Lady, which is named after "Koschtech Tina" and was erected here almost 40 years ago, next to the cross of Theresia Lamby, a cross that was moved here by Michel Heinen from the cemetery.

Peter spent many hours here at the statue of Our Lady, praying for the many concerns, including probably his healing, and when it became apparent that he would no longer get well, he would have a good hour to die. This was given to him on the night from Monday to Tuesday, when he stopped breathing at home and came to an end a long way, a path of suffering that ended up being a way of the cross.

We all still remember the feast of the gold wedding on August 22nd last year, a feast that he celebrated with you, Maria, the children, grandchildren and the family and many others with so much joy, even though it was 2 ½ ago Years and survived the disease after long therapy, after four chemotherapies.

Then this disease, from which so many people get sick, young and old, broke out again and everything happened so quickly, only a few weeks. Peter himself spoke of the approaching death and we all had to watch how the disease got stronger and stronger and would defeat him.

First an ups and downs of hope, plans for the future and depression, of confidence and sadness. The vital, joyful person became a person marked by serious illness and soon also by death. But he did not quarrel with God, more and more he accepted his illness and his death. Unspoken, he lived in the trust that he was lifted up in God. Here he found strength and confidence.

His last and dearest wish was to walk the last part of the journey at home. He wanted to go home. In the familiar surroundings, safe and close to you, he was able to complete his way on Tuesday night.

Yes, we can say “complete”, because the way to the mountain, where Our Lady stands, became for him the mountain of the cross, to Golgotha, became the height of the resurrection of Jesus. He is the same summit on which you, dear family, can now align and straighten up in your grief, grateful for everything that has been given to you through him.

He loved nature, the garden and especially the flowers (see saying). He valued hiking in God's nature so much, after all, he was a person who loved peace and quiet, sometimes being alone. That corresponded to his nature: a calm person, whom nothing upset so quickly ... even in the last years of the illness, which he has borne with patience, with trust in God.

In his simple, reserved manner he was a person of great creativity, with a pronounced artistic disposition and inclination. A painter and carpenter by profession, he has put his profession in the service of many people, in his willingness to help he has not only worked in many houses, also in our church: some of the statues that are here or in the Michael's Chapel under our church, were turned into beautiful, colorful statues through his hands, and all for the glory of God.

You can only marvel at his creativity as a painter and as a flight model builder, but you can also find his creative streak in many places around the house, in the garden. He valued bright colors and color contrasts: life should be bright and colorful.
In addition, he showed a great interest in history, regional and local history. He was very well read then and nobody could fool him that quickly.

But he also liked vacation travel, bus travel, and was already making plans for where the next trip should lead. He really appreciated the neighborhood on Wallbrückstrasse, the festivals in the neighborhood, the social get-togethers. He felt at home here, which is why he really wanted to go home and spend the last hours of his life here.

We thank Peter for all the good he has done as a husband, father and grandfather and many others.

You mourn your husband, father and grandfather. We mourn someone because they have passed away. We miss him and yet we can comfort ourselves with Peter's desire to come home, because we are all on the way to the Eternal Father's House: “And if we are tired once, then put a light on us. O God, in your goodness, then we will find HOME. "

Peter went this way and has now found his home forever in his father's house. We have this path, which may become his stony path, a way of the cross, this path is still ahead of us.

Resurrection office for Maria Fink-Halmes
Spouse by Robert Fink
Elsenborn, April 7, 2010

Dear Robert, dear family of Maria,

It is certainly the most difficult moment in your life, Robert, to say goodbye to your wife Maria after 57 years of marriage and to have to say goodbye to your children and your own mother irrevocably.

It is with great pain that you feel that the intimate familiarity that existed between you, between your mother and you, the children with their families, has now broken off.

During our conversation on Holy Saturday, so many situations came to your mind in which the love of your mother was particularly expressed, how she took part in your growing up and growing up, how she worried about your happiness and advancement. And how she remained your mother when you grew up and have your own family.

What love and care Mary gave you and your mother to you cannot be put into words. You can only feel it in the heart. A proverb sums it up: “My most beautiful invention, says God, is the mother.” Because a mother's love never ends - and in it she embodies something of who God himself is. And love never comes to an end.
And what she gave you, may God give her now: a love that never ends. A love that doesn't stop at death either.

Mary died on Good Friday, the anniversary of the death of Jesus, who died at the end of a cruel way of the cross.
The suffering of our deceased began many years ago when the first signs of Parkinson's disease appeared around 20 years ago. Maria was just in her mid-fifties.
First an ups and downs of hope, plans for the future and depression, of confidence and sadness. The vital, cheerful person became a person marked by a creeping illness.

She had always been so fit and had to watch and experience for herself how she had to rearrange her life more and more because her body was pushing her limits more and more. You told me she felt “trapped in her body”. And she fought, fought against it, did not want to come to terms with it, could come to terms with it.

The fact that she lived with her illness for so long is due to her firm and indomitable will to live. But also the people in her immediate environment, starting with Robert and Alexa and the others in the family, who were a great support to her, who repeatedly encouraged her.
"I am a burden to you," she said several times. It was difficult for her, it bothered her, she suffered from being unable to lead life independently. In June 2008 she was given a nursing service: It is not easy for a person to feel that I am dependent on outside help after she has struggled for so long to be able to lead her life independently.

It's amazing how she tried to make the best of the difficult situation, especially not to give up, even though she knew how serious this illness was. She did some research and found an article in a magazine seven years ago that talked about an operation to stop the disease. She had an operation and then she got better, but after that her health deteriorated again. But she didn't give up.

She continued to take part in social life by bowling with her group, even as it got more and more difficult. But she forced herself to give in. She didn't want to write herself off, draw a line and withdraw. She continued to try to keep herself mentally and physically fit. Her great fear was that the illness would get so bad that she would have to go to a home
She suffered from being eyed in public. That bothered her to see for herself how you are and to be looked at by outsiders.

What is not going to have gone through her head, because she was worried a lot. She talked to you about it, but she kept many thoughts to herself so as not to burden you even more, and God alone knows these thoughts.

When visitors came, or especially when they were playing cards, she was revived. Joy of life came up, her eyes shone. She could laugh from the heart and be happy about little things, she could enjoy the moment because it won't come back. She liked to play with the 12 grandchildren. As a child and adolescent she would have loved to become a teacher, but back then - we know that - it was not possible: there was no money, times were different. But this streak of dealing with children, and if they were her own children and grandchildren, kept her to the last. At family celebrations, they were usually found at the children's table to entertain and play with.

And there was her garden, in which she worked tirelessly. She tended her flowers and herbs and offered her willingness to help until it was no longer possible.

Lately she has been saying, “I haven't had it for long!” What a pain speaks to such words. And how difficult it must be for you, her family, to see how her life became more and more a path of suffering, indeed a way of the cross, a Good Friday.

And yet there is a certain calm in you about this Good Friday, Mount Golgota, that she walked the way she walked without a painful long way. You feel that your wife, your mother, your grandmother may have left, but that she is still there, in your memories, that she lives on with a feeling of great gratitude.

A few days ago we celebrated the resurrection, Easter. Maybe it was a nice celebration for one or the other. Today, however, the most serious case of faith is to foresee the paschal dawn even after her death, and to know in faith that her way to Golgotha ​​has become a way of resurrection. The way to Golgotha ​​is the same summit on which you, dear family, can now straighten up in mourning, grateful for everything that was given to you through them.

Dear Maria family,
The armchair in which Maria always sat remains empty. The room she was sitting in was surrounded by many, many photos of her family. She was the center of your family and had become more and more so in her illness. Her illness forced her to narrow her range of action more and more, at least physically.
And she looked from her chair through the window at the garden, at her flowers, saw the snowdrops blooming and now the crocuses had risen. She no longer sees the green garden, in which she loved to be and work. She no longer sees the flowers blooming. And she watched the birds, a book with all the bird species was still on the windowsill.

Now after the long, hard winter, spring is gradually heralding itself, the new life that we can feel so clearly with the awakening nature and that we also associate with Easter ... after Good Friday, the day on which it had to give life back to their Creator. Spring also as a sign of the new life that we celebrated with Easter and that Mary is promised.

“A wonderful person, a dear wife and mother, was allowed to go home.” This is the saying that you had written over her photo on the reminder card that we will receive shortly.
In the familiar environment, to be at home and to be able to stay at home, which we wish, she was so afraid of being unable to stay at home due to her illness.
And she died at home and was allowed to go home on Good Friday. With this you, dear family, express your faith, because we are all on the way home, to the Eternal Father's House: “And if we are tired once, then put a light on us. O God, in your goodness, then we will find HOME. "

Resurrection office for Martha Lenz-Bodeux
Widow of Willy Lenz
Butgenbach, April 14, 2010

Saying: "But there is only one mother in life for many people, who walks with us full of love from morning to night, feeling, caring. Your walking fills us with deep pain: but now rest gently, dear heart. "

introduction: On her 95th birthday, Martha said: “I'm going to leave soon, and where I'm going, I have to go alone.” Those are very meaningful words that she said on March 20th. J. said. "I'll be leaving soon ..."
As if she were saying, although she liked to live, "It will soon be enough!"
I'll be leaving soon ... As if she could already look over into the other world with God, where she will meet again the many people she loved.
She said it with a smile on her lips, as if she wanted to say: Don't worry, I'll make it there on my own.
And indeed: everyone has to walk the last way alone. And he didn't scare her either, because she knew that she was expected there, that she would be received into God's hand. Death ... a transition from this life to a new life, a going home, a “going home”, just as Martha wanted to go home and spend the last hours with her family.

Reading from the 1st letter of John
1 See how great the love the Father has given us: we are called children of God and we are. The world does not recognize us because it did not recognize him.
2 Dear brothers, now we are children of God. But what we will be has not yet been revealed. We know that we will be like him when he is revealed; because we will see him as he is.
14 We know that we passed from death into life because we love the brothers. He who does not love remains in death.
16 We recognized love from this, that He gave his life for us. So we too must give life for the brothers.
18 My children, we do not want to love with word and tongue, but in deed and truth.

Dear Martha family, dear fellow Christians,

It is certainly the most difficult moment in the life of you children to have to say goodbye to your own mother irrevocably, and age does not matter here. It struck me very much when you told me that the older the mother became, the more you were attached to her, the closer the bond with your mother became: see Saying.

You feel with great pain that the intimate and unanimous familiarity that existed between you, your mother and you, the children with their families, has now broken off.

During our conversation on Saturday morning, a few minutes after her death, so many situations came to your mind in which the love of your mother was particularly expressed, how she took part in your growing up and growing up, as she was concerned with your happiness and Getting away ensured. And like she, when you grew up yourself and had your own family, still remained your mother, no matter how old she got.

What kind of love and attention Martha, your mother, gave you cannot be put into words. You can only feel it in your heart. A proverb sums it up: “My most beautiful invention, says God, is the mother.” Because a mother's love never ends - and in it she embodies something of who God himself is. And love never comes to an end.
And what she gave you, may God give her now: a love that never ends. A love that doesn't stop at death either.

At 95 she reached a great old age. Thank God! Her husband Willy was not lucky because he died 44 years ago at the age of only 61. She had never been sick, at least not seriously, until a few weeks ago when she had to go to Malmedyer Hospital with pneumonia and her health deteriorated.
Then she felt a little better: She wanted to go home and you took her home, in her familiar surroundings, where she felt comfortable.
How often has she said: “I am pampered and I am so grateful to be able to live here.” She was a satisfied, dear mother to you. She knew that she was in good hands with you and was so grateful to you for it.
For the past 41 years she has lived with you and in wonderful harmony.
In the last few years I have visited the deceased several times to bring her communion. We talked and prayed together.
Now your place with you remains empty because your (in-law) mother, your grandmother with the four grandchildren and six great-grandchildren, has left, she with whom you have been together naturally for so long.
But you, those who last cared for Martha, also feel a bit of relief over the painless going home, but I'm sure you feel even more how much you miss her, the little quirks, the way of thinking about life, the special kind of humor , the common card game. She liked to live. She was happy about everything she could still do in old age, and experienced every day very consciously, interested in the progress of the work on our parish church right up to the end.
Martha, like many of this generation, didn't have it easy. She was born at a time when the German Kaiser still ruled our region. She never knew her own mother because she died in 1918 at the age of 38, when Martha was three years old. The father stayed behind with seven children. Then the experience of two terrible wars, the care for their children in difficult times. Her daughter Klara died on Good Friday when she was only nine years old, the year she saw St. Should receive communion.
If one can talk about wages at all in life, then only in such a way that she did not have to be alone in old age, that she was rewarded for caring for the children by caring for them. And this good togetherness makes it difficult for you, dear relatives, now. You have to painfully experience what it means to let someone go, to say goodbye, one last look, one last touch, the memory of a last conversation. It's very hard, and basically no one can help you get over this experience. But you will also feel that your mother, your grandmother may have left, but that she is still there, in your heart, in your memories, that she lives on in your feelings.

And I would like to tell you, your feeling is not deceptive. You can trust your inner voice, because it does not confirm what was promised to us in the reading from the letter of John: “We know,” says John, “we know that we have already passed over from death into life because we love the brothers; whoever does not love remains in death. "
You see: going over from death to life - this is not an event after our life, no, it can start here now. You were on the way with the deceased. She will be fine now, I'm sure of that. She has already been able to experience a little of this eternal love in her life and has also passed this love on to you and so already went from death to life, she got a foretaste of resurrection. Now she is fully experiencing this resurrection into new life. That is what we can hope for, and that is why we want to pray now.
God gave her a long and full life. It wasn't always easy. She had to say goodbye to loved ones several times. Despite all the sadness about her death, we also have reason to be grateful. She has set an example for all of us through her lovable nature, her patience, her sympathy, and her faith.
With our prayers we now accompany them on the way to Eternal Glory. Amen.

Resurrection office for Fanny (Franziska) Adler-Pierre
Wife of Christoph Adler
Weywertz, April 15, 2010

Saying: "Always care and work to the end, now your hardworking hands are resting, they are always ready for us, we thank you for all the time."

Dear Fanny family, dear fellow Christians,

Today we say goodbye to Fanny Adler, née Pierre. 86 years ago, on June 18, 1923, she was the second of three children to see the light of day. On Saturday, the day before the 2nd Easter Sunday, she gave her life back to the Creator in our St. Vither hospital.

In the Easter season we especially feel a tension between the message we hear and our experience. We'll be standing at the grave in a moment and yet we should believe in the resurrection. Perhaps we feel like the women at the tomb of Jesus. They should not look for him here, but in Galilee, where they were on the road with him - and that where they carried him to the grave here and their love with him.

Believing in the resurrection is not easy, especially in the face of the grave. We felt that what was dear to us has sunk into the grave. We can no longer hold it in our arms, it only lives in our hearts. Suddenly we're stuck in memories and can't get away from it. When Paul says: Do not mourn like the Gentiles who have no hope - we hear these words, but the sadness moves our hearts.
But grief makes us more sensitive to the suffering of other people, more compassionate - and it is precisely because of this that our lives gain depth. Where we do not talk the suffering to death, but withstand it, there the power of the resurrection also shows itself in us. Paul made this resurrection the central point: "If Christ has not risen, our sermon is nothing and your faith has no content" (1 Cor 15:14). How can we believe that? We can see the grave and everything we had to bury.
Paul speaks of transformation. In death our mortal body is transformed into a spiritual body. This means that everything we strive for in earthly life is also transformed. No act of love was for the cat! The love that we gave away, all of this is taken into the transformation.
But won't the Last Judgment come first? This picture represents God's righteousness. "Judgment" in the biblical sense does not condemn, but lifts up, helps to achieve justice, to that right that was denied on earthly life. God's judgment complements what is missing. His judgment is the compensatory justice that is sometimes so trampled on.

Death is and remains a reality in our life that we cannot suppress without harming ourselves, a reality that strikes us sometimes more painfully, sometimes more confidently. We will continue to stand at a child's grave in disbelief, and we will feel grateful when an old person has been redeemed from his suffering.
But over every death we sense the paschal dawn, and we can turn away from the graves and search for the risen One in life, experience and feel happy.

Resurrection office for Irmgard Reuter-Jakobs
Widow of Josef Reuter
Bütgenbach, May 11, 2010

Dear Irmgard family,

It is certainly the hardest moment in the life of you children, having to say goodbye to your own mother irrevocably, only three days before Mother's Day, and age does not matter here.

It is with great pain that you feel that the intimate familiarity that existed between you, between your mother and you, the children and grandchildren, has now broken off.

During our conversation on Thursday evening, two hours after her death, so many situations came to your mind in which the love of your mother was particularly expressed, how she took part in your growing up and growing up, as she was concerned with your happiness and Getting away ensured. And how she remained your mother when you yourself were grown up and you had your own family. She was there for you in every situation and encouraged you. She was happy with you and also suffered.

What Irmgard gave you as a mother in love and attention cannot be put into words. You can only feel it in your heart. A proverb sums it up: “My most beautiful invention, says God, is the mother.” Because a mother's love never ends - and in it she embodies something of who God himself is. And love never comes to an end.
And what she gave you, may God give her now: a love that never ends. A love that doesn't stop at death either.

Our deceased was born on October 9, 1932 in a large family in Kalterherberg. Several of her brothers died in World War II. A few days ago, on May 8th, we celebrated the 65th anniversary of the end of the war. She married Josef Reuter on October 25, 1958, who died eight years ago (2002). From this marriage two children were born.

Irmgard was not a person of sadness, but with pronounced joy and sociability. People felt comfortable around her, she always had a joke up her sleeve and was able to entertain and cheer up a whole group.

For more than 20 years, from September 1, 1965 to the end of the 1980s, she was the responsible cook at the state school. At school, however, she not only cooked, but was also a point of contact for many students. If a child had a headache or had to go home with bad grades, they first went to “Aunt Irmgard” to be encouraged. And she could, because she had a strong social streak.
She had a very soft heart, just like a mother who lives her life for others and first thinks of the others, not only the children with their many small or large ailments, but also with children from socially poorer families for whom they care had special attention.

For many years she was an active singer in our church choir St. Stefanus. When the fifth season came up, Irmgard, as a longtime Obermöhn, was in her element. Up until four years ago (2006) she carried out this task with body and soul and it was not easy for her not to be able to be part of the carnival. But the control center on Möhne Thursday was still your house in Büllinger Strasse from where it started. For 20 years she went to the Bütt at the cap meeting.

On February 4th (2010) she came to the St. Nikolaus Hospital in Eupener due to illness, and from there to the rehabilitation department of the St. Josef St.Vith Clinic.
It was her firm will to the end: "I want to come home again to feed you again," she said to her family last. That was her goal: to come home. She worried and worried a lot when it was said in St. Vith that she would have to undergo another operation and the appointment was already fixed: It should be Tuesday today. In both Eupen and St. Vith, she was highly valued as a patient by both the nursing staff and her fellow patients. In the rehabilitation clinic, people like to sit down with her at a table to eat together.
And then, surprisingly, last Sunday, she suddenly suffered an embolism, followed by multiple cardiac arrests. She did not recover from that and she died in Eupen in the early evening last Thursday.

If one can talk about wages at all in life, then only in such a way that she did not have to be alone in old age, that she was rewarded for caring for the children by caring for them. And this good togetherness makes it difficult for you, dear relatives, now. You have to painfully experience what it means to let someone go, to say goodbye, one last look, one last touch, the memory of a last conversation. It's very hard, and basically no one can help you get over this experience. But you will also feel that your mother, your grandmother may have left, but that she is still there, in your heart, in your memories, that she lives on in your feelings.

God gave her a full life. It wasn't always easy. She had to say goodbye to loved ones several times. Despite all the sadness about her death, we also have reason to be grateful. She has set an example for all of us through her lovable nature, her soft heart, her joy, her faith.
With our prayers we now accompany them on the way to Eternal Glory. Amen.