I first wanted to write a whole lot about who Eva-Maria was and what she meant to her friends and family, so that she will not be forgotten. But the truth is, everybody who met her, can’t forget her anyway and those who where unlucky enough to have not had the chance to meet her, will never understand her true nature through mere words.
All that’s left to say is that my beloved mother Eva-Maria died much to young at the age of 45 through a sudden and unannounced heart attack (posterior wall infarction).
My love and thoughts are with her now and will be the rest of my life.
She was not only my mother but also my best friend and the reality check everyone needs once in a while.
There was a certain kind of magic about her, with which she just made you like her in the instance you met her. She was no saint, but a good person with heart and soul.
She was buried in an anonymous urn grave in Kamp-Lintfort on December 28th 2006, as it was her wish.