This plane symbolizes the respect I have for my father
especially in the last phase of his life, as well as for the hospice in
Wolfsburg.
After my mother's death, my father received the
Diagnosed with bronchial carcinoma with liver metastases. A surreal time for us
all. We could hardly cope with the death of my mother and now the
The next hammer blow. The doctors said there was no cure, only one
Palliative chemotherapy would be an option. My father took the news with him
Calm and very composed. The doctor who had made the diagnosis was very
surprised by my father's behavior, because as a doctor she has already
experienced different reactions. My father is a modest and pragmatic
With his severe rheumatic disease, he had learned
to deal with, then came the death of his wife, finally his cancer diagnosis:
“As bad as it is, I can’t change it, it is what it is,” he said.
When I started chemotherapy, I lived with my father for a while.
The chemo was stopped quickly. In his last three months, I
back to my father to take care of him, with the help of a doctor,
Nursing service and outpatient hospice service. It was a very intense time,
which I spent with my father. We discovered new commonalities in
our personalities and whims. That's how we used to like to
together at flea markets. My father raised me with my books, I
him with his obsession with tools. I cannot say whether and what kind of inner
My father fought with himself in the short time that remained
Outwardly he was always the picture of calm, open, friendly and
Help was considered. Even in the hospice – until the final farewell came.
For this time with my father, how my father dealt with his fate,
for the care that my father received and that we relatives received,
There are two words: respect and gratitude. Since his death, the plane has been at
on my bookshelf.
