Vermisse dich so oft!!!
Und werd dich nie vergessen....
Merl
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Ein Gedicht fuer Klaus
Animula, vagula, blandula
Hospes comesque corporis
Quae nunc abibis in loca
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis iocos...
-P. Aelius Hadrianus Imp.
Kleine Seele, schweifende, zärtliche,
Gast und Gefährtin des Leibs,
Die du nun entschwinden wirst dahin,
Wo es bleich ist, starr und bloß,
Und nicht wie gewohnt mehr scherzen wirst...
Hospes comesque corporis
Quae nunc abibis in loca
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis iocos...
-P. Aelius Hadrianus Imp.
Kleine Seele, schweifende, zärtliche,
Gast und Gefährtin des Leibs,
Die du nun entschwinden wirst dahin,
Wo es bleich ist, starr und bloß,
Und nicht wie gewohnt mehr scherzen wirst...
Monday, March 10, 2008
The party the night before...
Michael also asked that I post these photos, which are from the night prior to the accident. Klaus had been out in SOHO with Michael and his wife, Oliver and perhaps Oliver's wife (? unsure ?) for dinner at Felix, and then some drinks, and finally a few hours of jazz, until about 2am. Michael was able to recover these photos from the memory card of Klaus' camera.
From Michael "As you can see, he was so happy that night and we had lot's of fun and making funny faces.... although the camera was destroyed during the accident, luckily the chip survived. My wife and I left right before midnight, and Klaus went on to a jazz club with our mutual good friend Oliver till around 2am..." - Much Love, Uncle Steve & Michael.
From Michael "As you can see, he was so happy that night and we had lot's of fun and making funny faces.... although the camera was destroyed during the accident, luckily the chip survived. My wife and I left right before midnight, and Klaus went on to a jazz club with our mutual good friend Oliver till around 2am..." - Much Love, Uncle Steve & Michael.
More Photos From Greece
Hello to all... Michael Monheim received these photos from Georg, one of Klaus' cousin's, and asked me to post them on the blog for all to see. I also have some other pictures I am sorting through currently, and will post more later. I hope you are all well, and slowly finding a path towards the sunshine and happiness. I know for myself, it has been very difficult to accept much of this. The photo of the flowers outside the stairs to the church shows an arrangement that I sent. It was supposed to read "From Uncle Steve and Cousin Paul, and everyone in NY - with love." A good friend of mine asked her aunt in Athens to send the flowers, and the note was cut short, I apologize... Much love to you all - Uncle Steve.
Remembering you
Thank you Alex for your post. As much as it hurts to read it, it helps to process the reality of something so hard to grasp. We learned about Klausn's passing three weeks ago, on a Sunday morning, after all was said and done. We share your pain and devastation. We had just seen him a month earlier when he stopped by in Death Valley on his way to L.A.
It had been the weirdest thing, looking back. The day before he came out, I had this strong feeling to give him a call and I'm so glad I did. I had no idea he was in Las Vegas, only 3 hours away from our home. I am so grateful for this little visit we got to have.
I had one of his one-on-one friendships with him, which turned into a one-on-two friendship after I met my husband Daren and Klaus met him, too. He had actually predicted that with a grand piano in my living room instead of a couch, I would never find a guy. I'm glad I proved him wrong, although he tried hard to convince me to move that huge piano into another room :) He also thought that my cat Silver (or Silva, as he called her, insisting that a female cat needed a name ending in an "A") didn't help matters. He had his thing with cats, as you may know...
As a matter of fact, he sent me this recording in March 06 with the comment "Wunderbar!":
http://www.audioacrobat.com/play/Wd6ZpQ6Q
One of my favorite Klaus stories is Halloween 2003. We had agreed to go watch the parade and wear some kind of costume. I went as a cat (surprise, surprise!), Klaus wore a tuxedo and... a cardboard box over his head. That's right, he couldn't see a thing. I led him through the Village and we laughed and laughed and laughed. He took the box off to see a little of the parade and put it right back on. KlausN at his best!
Klaus with our baby Catherine January 10, 2008 in Death Valley
February 2005, The Gates, NYC
We miss you, Klaus, more than we can say. We felt your presence very strongly that Sunday when we found out. It was as if you had come to say goodbye and let us know that where you are now is... well... fantastic! We'll see you there when our time has come.
Nathalie (Nataklein) & Daren & Catherine
It had been the weirdest thing, looking back. The day before he came out, I had this strong feeling to give him a call and I'm so glad I did. I had no idea he was in Las Vegas, only 3 hours away from our home. I am so grateful for this little visit we got to have.
I had one of his one-on-one friendships with him, which turned into a one-on-two friendship after I met my husband Daren and Klaus met him, too. He had actually predicted that with a grand piano in my living room instead of a couch, I would never find a guy. I'm glad I proved him wrong, although he tried hard to convince me to move that huge piano into another room :) He also thought that my cat Silver (or Silva, as he called her, insisting that a female cat needed a name ending in an "A") didn't help matters. He had his thing with cats, as you may know...
As a matter of fact, he sent me this recording in March 06 with the comment "Wunderbar!":
http://www.audioacrobat.com/play/Wd6ZpQ6Q
One of my favorite Klaus stories is Halloween 2003. We had agreed to go watch the parade and wear some kind of costume. I went as a cat (surprise, surprise!), Klaus wore a tuxedo and... a cardboard box over his head. That's right, he couldn't see a thing. I led him through the Village and we laughed and laughed and laughed. He took the box off to see a little of the parade and put it right back on. KlausN at his best!
Klaus with our baby Catherine January 10, 2008 in Death Valley
February 2005, The Gates, NYCWe miss you, Klaus, more than we can say. We felt your presence very strongly that Sunday when we found out. It was as if you had come to say goodbye and let us know that where you are now is... well... fantastic! We'll see you there when our time has come.
Nathalie (Nataklein) & Daren & Catherine
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Last Goodbyes
Hello everybody,
Michael asked me if I would write some words about the funeral for all of you who haven’t had the chance to be there. I wasn’t sure if I were able to do so because it was the worst trip of my life and emotionally very exhausting. I don’t even think this can reflect what I am feeling right now.
However, I hope this helps some of you and maybe it helps me as well to deal with this for me still unbelievable situation.
I flew to Athens on Tuesday afternoon, the day before the funeral. Already on the plane I was barely able to distract myself from the memories of my last trip to Athens and the great moments Klaus and I shared, not only there. Some of you might know that Klaus and I just took a trip to Athens. He was already there to see his family and I flew over to see him after Christmas. That time, he picked me up from the airport with a tiny little red rental car, about which he told me was already the upgraded version. We both were so excited to see each other again. Arriving in Athens this time I knew there would be no Klaus to hold me, kiss me and tell me how much he had missed me when I arrive but somehow I was still hoping. Of course there was no Klaus and I made my way alone to the center to meet his father.
The night before the funeral I was barely able to sleep and wrote a 4-page letter to Klaus that I wanted to give him for his last journey.
We arrived at the church at 11am in the morning. Even though it was mostly overcast in the early morning, the sun made it and was shining for our beloved Klaus. He would have enjoyed this. The white church was decorated with lots of wreaths, which I think were traditional Greek funeral wreaths. More than 100 people, family and friends, came from all over the world to say their last goodbye’s to Klaus. It was overwhelming to see them all and meet more people that Klaus had touched in his very special way.
The ceremony was held in German and Greek. The church was also decorated on the inside with lots of flowers. In front of the altar was Klaus in a shiny wooden coffin and more flowers on top. It was very hard for me to see the coffin there knowing it was his.
After the ceremony we walked with Klaus to the cemetery. To get there you have to walk down a tree-lined street, a little uphill. The cemetery is very small and quite with a lot of trees and bushes. All the graves are decorated with marble and being in Athens the sun will mostly shine.
After they dropped the coffin into the grave everyone was able to say their final goodbyes to Klaus. I was also able to give him my last present, the letter I wrote for him the night before with a bouquet of flowers that I chose to be similar to a bouquet he gave me the first time I came back to see him in New York.
I stayed while most of the others made their way back to the church where, in Greek tradition, the family and friends get together for Greek coffee and cognac.
Raschad, Zaid, Paolo and Philip waited for me to walk me back to the church. Halfway there I saw a kiosk. During our Athens trip Klaus and I used to stop on the street with warning lights turned on (apparently the Greek way of doing this) to get some sweets and drinks from a kiosk. That time he also introduced me to his favorite Greek chocolate bar “sokofreta”.
Seeing the kiosk I had to go there to get sokofreta in Klaus’ memory and honor. The others went with me and we bought all sokofretas that were left and ate them walking back to the church. I know that Klaus was happily laughing seeing us.
On our trip he took a picture of me eating sokofreta with the comment “ Die Suess isst was Suesse” (The sweetie eats something sweet) and was so happy that I also enjoyed eating sokofreta as much as he did!
It felt great to do something he enjoyed that is so connected to the moments we shared especially on this day. For a moment it felt like the happiness and joy of doing something very special just for him swiped away the sadness and grief. I know he would have loved seeing us there eating his sokofreta for him. I almost saw him with a big smile on his face.
After the funeral his father organized a lunch for his closest family and friends. It was lovely to share memories of Klaus with the people that love him and not to be alone in a time like this.
I miss you so much, my love!
Alexandra
Michael asked me if I would write some words about the funeral for all of you who haven’t had the chance to be there. I wasn’t sure if I were able to do so because it was the worst trip of my life and emotionally very exhausting. I don’t even think this can reflect what I am feeling right now.
However, I hope this helps some of you and maybe it helps me as well to deal with this for me still unbelievable situation.
I flew to Athens on Tuesday afternoon, the day before the funeral. Already on the plane I was barely able to distract myself from the memories of my last trip to Athens and the great moments Klaus and I shared, not only there. Some of you might know that Klaus and I just took a trip to Athens. He was already there to see his family and I flew over to see him after Christmas. That time, he picked me up from the airport with a tiny little red rental car, about which he told me was already the upgraded version. We both were so excited to see each other again. Arriving in Athens this time I knew there would be no Klaus to hold me, kiss me and tell me how much he had missed me when I arrive but somehow I was still hoping. Of course there was no Klaus and I made my way alone to the center to meet his father.
The night before the funeral I was barely able to sleep and wrote a 4-page letter to Klaus that I wanted to give him for his last journey.
We arrived at the church at 11am in the morning. Even though it was mostly overcast in the early morning, the sun made it and was shining for our beloved Klaus. He would have enjoyed this. The white church was decorated with lots of wreaths, which I think were traditional Greek funeral wreaths. More than 100 people, family and friends, came from all over the world to say their last goodbye’s to Klaus. It was overwhelming to see them all and meet more people that Klaus had touched in his very special way.
The ceremony was held in German and Greek. The church was also decorated on the inside with lots of flowers. In front of the altar was Klaus in a shiny wooden coffin and more flowers on top. It was very hard for me to see the coffin there knowing it was his.
After the ceremony we walked with Klaus to the cemetery. To get there you have to walk down a tree-lined street, a little uphill. The cemetery is very small and quite with a lot of trees and bushes. All the graves are decorated with marble and being in Athens the sun will mostly shine.
After they dropped the coffin into the grave everyone was able to say their final goodbyes to Klaus. I was also able to give him my last present, the letter I wrote for him the night before with a bouquet of flowers that I chose to be similar to a bouquet he gave me the first time I came back to see him in New York.
I stayed while most of the others made their way back to the church where, in Greek tradition, the family and friends get together for Greek coffee and cognac.
Raschad, Zaid, Paolo and Philip waited for me to walk me back to the church. Halfway there I saw a kiosk. During our Athens trip Klaus and I used to stop on the street with warning lights turned on (apparently the Greek way of doing this) to get some sweets and drinks from a kiosk. That time he also introduced me to his favorite Greek chocolate bar “sokofreta”.
Seeing the kiosk I had to go there to get sokofreta in Klaus’ memory and honor. The others went with me and we bought all sokofretas that were left and ate them walking back to the church. I know that Klaus was happily laughing seeing us.
On our trip he took a picture of me eating sokofreta with the comment “ Die Suess isst was Suesse” (The sweetie eats something sweet) and was so happy that I also enjoyed eating sokofreta as much as he did!
It felt great to do something he enjoyed that is so connected to the moments we shared especially on this day. For a moment it felt like the happiness and joy of doing something very special just for him swiped away the sadness and grief. I know he would have loved seeing us there eating his sokofreta for him. I almost saw him with a big smile on his face.
After the funeral his father organized a lunch for his closest family and friends. It was lovely to share memories of Klaus with the people that love him and not to be alone in a time like this.
I miss you so much, my love!
Alexandra
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Funeral - Athen 05. March 2008
Einige Bilder für all die Freunde und Weggefährten die nicht in Athen dabei sein konnten.
"Gute Reise Klaus!"
"Gute Reise Klaus!"
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