Today was the funeral of my father's godchild.
I had been in touch with him only twelve days ago, over WhatsApp. He wrote to me that he was already doing alright. He had been in hospital, he said, and was a little weaker. And still, he was the one asking me how we were doing.
I thought to myself: good, so he's back home now, with his loved ones.
And today, then, his funeral. During the choir rehearsal it overcame me at the „Vaterherz" („Father's Heart"). The tears came, and I could not go on singing.