In the fall break of 1997 I went with my mother for nine days after Fehmarn. I had long been ill, there had been some problems, and now we were looking forward to a relaxing vacation on Fehmarn. On our way we heard on the radio again and again severe weather warnings, you should interrupt the trip possible. But we really wanted to arrive on Fehmarn, I was right after the last lesson set off in order not to miss a minute of this holiday. And so we went late in the evening during a violent storm over the Fehmarn bridge. On South Beach, I could barely open the car doors to my mother to help out, so the storm blew.
After a few days ago we had rested a little. The 14th October 1997 was a glorious sunny autumn day, the sky was cloudless, the Baltic Sea very smooth and blue. After breakfast we decided to take advantage of this wonderful day and take a boat ride. My mother loved the rides with the steamers from the port Burgstaaken, the so-called "butter boats". It continued to do so for very small fare for several hours around the island, could this duty free and delicious food. My call at the port showed that the ship was fully booked that afternoon. Instead of being disappointed, we pondered what could we still make a boat trip. 
The big ferry to Denmark, we did not like so much, so I suggested, take a ride on the new hydrofoil boat across the Baltic Sea to Warnemünde. It had only started its operation in the summer, but we were not driving it because the tickets were very expensive. My mother always had to be frugal, their pension was not too high, and they did not like, invite me. In view of the beautiful October day I asked not long and ordered two tickets for the afternoon. 
The photo shows my mother while waiting to depart the port Burgstaaken. She loved everything about the Baltic Sea, for she was born in Gdansk and grew up. For 20 years now, we came together to Fehmarn, first in the autumn holiday, and later in the year. My mother has painted many pictures of this beautiful island that she remembered so much of their lost homeland. This incredibly beautiful day we went on a boat trip to Warnemünde. There, my mother hung heavy on my arm and we entered one of the nice restaurants on the harbor. I was a little sad because my mother does not go for a walk with me When could I went, I saw a beautiful rainbow, which I photographed for my mother. In the evening we drove back to the fast hydrofoil on the Baltic Sea island of Fehmarn.
It was a wonderful day and we had done something we would not otherwise have done: We had done a nice cruise across the Baltic Sea. At that time I knew my current motto yet, but we lived then:
happiness can not be put off until tomorrow - life is now and here.
As we were driving at the end of fall break on the beach avenue home, I had no idea that this time it would be a farewell. But otherwise, as you think could. After four weeks of the beautiful Baltic trip my mother was dead, she died on 11 November 1997 to a second heart attack, after she had survived three days before the first heart attack. I had not expected, because it was so in the hospital, had just returned from the intensive care unit was placed on the normal ward. That evening, at the start of Carnival in the Rhineland, a large lighted fireworks the sky above Dinslaken, which was the fair Martini graduated. For me, ended an evening full of life over 45 years. My mother was dead, then said goodbye.
The photo in the harbor Burgstaaken was the last one I received from my mother had. In the days before the funeral I could copy it and framed it on in order to give some loved ones. In memory of a beautiful fall day on the Baltic, and to a great woman who has overcome with optimism, warmth and humor their lives. It has given me through their example and their love for a lifetime. And through them I am well my love to the Baltic Sea and the island of Fehmarn.
Forsbach Beate, 14 October 2010
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