In the middle of November, in the midst of sadness and pressure, I just stopped for a few hours to look through the beautiful book again that Kris and Becky started putting together three years ago – just reading through the messages again, looking at the pictures and letting the memories flow.
In the midst of doubt, uncertainty, anxiousness, at once there is a moment of quiet contentment and a deep sense of belonging together.
This was us in one of those moments.
When Christopher was born, someone asked how we were doing with less sleep. Peter thought about it and then said, „We don’t sleep as much as we used to, but we laugh a lot more.“
I only just made it home in time for Christopher’s First Communion after my father’s funeral. Peter learned then that there are times when the conventional „Mr. Fix-it“ approach is inappropriate and absolutely unhelpful, and he learned to simply stand by me, quietly and sympathetically, and just let me grieve. Peter was always a fast learner.
There was always something just slightly off about this arrangement. Many years later, Peter finally realized that there are, in fact, more efficient and comfortable baby-carriers than the one we had. He was convinced at the time that it was a very clever thing.
We drove all around the west coast of Ireland with a tent in the back of our „little yellow shoebox“ without ever finding a place to put it up. The only time we even moved it was to make room for a hitchhiker we stopped for, because we hadn’t seen another car in days. We eventually covered most of Europe in that car together.
Necessities: Telephones and cigarettes – Peter was never without them.
Up to something: These two were always good for entertaining surprises.
Someone once said Peter did an excellent impersonation of a Scotsman.
Continuing the ever-popular game of „name that kid“ that we started with the pictures for my sister’s memorial service…
I’m guessing this might be Moritz.
I’m not sure that my father ever actually made sense to Peter, but I’m happy they had at least a little time to get to know one another.
One of the things I loved most about Peter was the way he didn’t take himself too seriously. He could be so silly, so absolutely ridiculous, and he never failed to allow me to enjoy the fun of teasing him.
The morning before we went to the registry office, he suddenly decided to clean the kitchen.
Two of a kind: From the beginning, Peter and Paddy always shared their own special world.
Jack and Uncle Peter: I always loved the way Peter was continuously delighted by all our nephews and nieces.
An Austrian father obviously needs to teach his son how to make Knödel.
Father and Son: Whatever We Had
I like to imagine how pleased and embarrassed Peter would be at the same time, because his son wrote such a beautiful song in his honor.
Peter could always make me laugh
Conspiring to do the family Christmas picture thing – not quite managing to take it seriously
When Joseph was baptized, Peter and I had just lost our second baby and couldn’t imagine anything more painful. In retrospect, I’m grateful we could not know the future then.
My three men
November is over now. Time to wrap up the book and put the memories away again for the time being.
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