Mein Name ist Saskia und ich bin eine 18 jährige Abiturientin, welche in der 11. Klasse ein Jahr im Ausland verbracht hat. Dieser Blog galt urprünglich diesem Jahr, um alle möglichen Eindrücke festzuhalten. Mittlerweile ist diese Zeit aber auch schon wieder mehr als ein Jahr vorbei und ich befinde mich mitten im 12. Klasse Abi Stress. Da mein Hobby der Fotografie in letzter Zeit etwas zu kurz gekommen ist, wie ich finde habe ich beschlossen, diesen lange Zeit eingestaubten Blog wieder aufzunehmen. Ich werde erneut aus meinem Leben und über dieses und andere meiner Hobbies posten. Die Seite ist auf Pinterest verlinkt. Ihr seit also herzlich eingeladen, mir dort zu followen. Falls ihr bis jetzt noch keine Ahnung habt, was Pinterest überhaupt ist, solltet ihr auf jeden Fall mal vorbei schauen Es lohnt sich ;)


Valentines Funeral

I know everybody , who is reading the heading is probably surprised, why the words funeral and valentines day are put together... It has the reason, that the Grandfather of my hostsisters was dieing this Monday. He had the funeral on Thursday. So we ent to the Cities on Wednesday and being there until Thursday, which was February the 14th; Valentines day. So it was a "Valentines funeral" for me...

I experienced this week the first funeral I’ve ever been on in my life. And what should I say? It was sad. I went on Wednesday to Minneapolis/ Saint Paul with my host family to say one last time “Good Bye” to their Grandfather. He died with only 62 years. To young to finish your life in my opinion… We stayed for 5 hours in a building with the corpse of him in it and a couple of photo collages. During this time different people came in and out to share memories and stand by each other; saying how sorry they feel to his wife. I didn’t really know any of them, except my host family and some of their cousins I celebrated Christmas with. Over these hours, we didn’t eat anything, which wasn’t intolerable because you weren’t really in the mood for eating. After the last people left included us, we went to a restaurant to eat. Being there I realized how hungry I was and couldn’t wait to eat. We slept at the same hotel we’ve been before at the airport of Minneapolis. The actual funeral happened on the next day at the same place. All the people from the day before came together and we sat down like in a little church. Some were giving a little speech or saying a poem and a priest were talking about how everything we do is human; that their Grandpa would be in a better place now, together with Jesus, who loves him. 


I know, that I’m not related to him in any way and not the fact, that I lost him made me sad. It was the fact to see all those sad people of his family, who lost somebody they love in their life. I saw them crying, saw tears on their faces rolling down until they were dropping to the ground. The first funeral I experienced in my life and it wasn’t for somebody of my own family but I think the emotions would be similar if it was. I hope I could support my host family a little and that they still going to live their lives with a smile on their face. I just want to tell them, how much I enjoy my time with them here and that I couldn’t imagine it being any better :) You are the best second family I could’ve wished! Let’s have four more month of fun together!


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