I bought a little plastique turtle today. I cant get a good picture right now, and I dont have the nerve to keep on trying. But you get the picture, its a very lovely one. 
I bought it for my soul, and because I need to buy every turtle that I see. the thickbox is acting funny, I will have to replace it, bummer
I managed to get through the funeral. I am just glad it is over. Funerals are probably one of the worst parts of it all. I was comforting all the others (how I found it in me, I do not know), my uncle (my Moms brother), was pretty down, he is certain that the next funeral will be his. I cant grasp what is happening. If I would, I would probably jump down a bridge. 20 months ago, everything was normal. Never in my life, in my worst nightmares, have I imagined this for our future.
I wish with all my heart that what I was able to witness, is real. I just had so many neurology lectures, I know what brains are capable off. 
The thought of my Mom being in the room (with me) to pick my Dad up, has me totally psyched! So close, and yet worlds away.
Please keep us in your thoughts. 3 weeks ago, I was sitting in my bed crying my eyes out, because I miss my Mom so much, and now my Dad is gone, too. I would love to talk with God, whoever is in charge, WHY?
I start to work tomorrow, and then all through the Easter holidays, I am not looking forward to it. But it keeps my buzy.
Screaming for her Patronus is me, Connie, a little person somewhere lost around Salzburg, Austria. If she will ever be found again, who knows, decide for yourself. 
