but sadly it cannot be. i know one is not supposed to speak ill of the dead. but i feel i have to give the complete picture here. i suppose i could sum up things in one image: the image of my mom driving home with us kids in the car. as we would come up the driveway to our house, she'd say: "Well kids, we must brace ourselves! it's time to return to the lion's den."
i wish i could tell you stories of my happy german childhood. a childhood filled with laughter and great joy. could tell of hours spent sewing, knitting, and crafting by the warm hearth. engaging in wonderful conversations about literature while listening to great german classical music. well, there was all of that too. but then there was the other side...can there really be no light without darkness?i have racked my brain a million times. how did this sweet looking six-year-old boy, the dashing 17-year old, you see in these pictures turn into an abuser? my dad was beautiful and very smart. why could he not live his promise?