So as I type these last words to you on my wife's computer that she cherishes so much, the place where she keeps her works, her life, the books she writes and the words she uses everyday to share what she has felt and what she has experienced, as my daughter runs around the house with a pair of underwear on her head, not knowing what pain is, not knowing loss, as Maria cooks dinner for Georg and Gustav before they come over, as I wipe a tear from my eye.
I hope that my story has hit you in the same way that so many of Maria's books have hit millions of people's hearts, the true life feelings that come along with love and loss.
Now, if you would excuse me, my daughter just ran into a door frame.