I ate in the courtyard of the town square, surrounded by Germany’s signature timber-frame “Fachwerk” buildings. He would have liked that I remembered the word “Fachwerk.”
|You have seen this style of architecture, but you may not have |
known the word for it is "Fachwerk."
|Be fearless -- like a lion.|
Inside the Aachen Cathedral
|Me and Claudia...lighting candles for Marcus|
He would have liked that I used his frequent flyer miles to travel around the world in the first place, to make pie, to spread a message of peace and love and community building. He would have liked that my last stop was Germany, that I was channeling lion-like fearlessness and immersing myself in his country, spending time with his family, teaching his cousins and their kids how to make apple pie, looking through our old photos of our wedding and the other German family gatherings. He would have liked that we were there because of him — and to know how deeply he was missed.
|"The Cousins" as we call them. Making pie in Aachen.|
It was the perfect way to spend a Sunday together.
|Family photo. And what a beautiful family it is. |
I'm so happy I can still be part of it.
|Belgian-style pie in Aachen. Does it get any better than this?|
|A fine place to eat a place of pasta...|
|Coffee and Cake (or pie) -- my 2 favorite German words|
In short, my time in Germany did not open the wound. Instead it was a salve, a true healing potion. I will always carry a scar of losing Marcus, but it’s the scars that make us who we are. The scars are reminders of how fully, how courageously we have lived. You’d be hard pressed to find a lion without scars.
After Germany I went to Budapest — that story will be my next post — before flying back to Los Angeles where I was reunited with my parents. And finally, on September 1, I flew back to Iowa to be reunited with my dog, Jack.
Jack had been staying all summer on the farm of my friend Doug -- or at "Camp Doug" as it has now beed dubbed after I started telling everyone my dog was at "summer camp." And now for the big plot twist in the story. Instead of picking up the dog and moving on, I have stayed. I have come to a rest in the tranquility of the Iowa countryside, living in a farmhouse—with the farmer who owns it. My life has taken a big turn, my heart has opened back up, and I’m spending my days—and nights—with Doug. I could not have guessed two months ago, while riding Claudia’s bike through the German countryside, that my World Piece trip—and my tribute to Marcus—was really just the process of making room for this new beginning. I think Marcus would like that.