For my mate Alexandra:
“She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with all her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing.
Your presence I miss, Your memory I treasure:
Alexandra 17.09.1969- 30.08.2008
She smiles to mask the pain in her heart,
she laughs to conceal the tears in her eyes.
But behind her smile, there was a story you would never understand.
R.I.P

I light this candle in memory of all my ancestors, named and nameless, known and unknown, remembered and forgotten, from all of my lineages. May they know that even those whose names are long-lost are still honoured, and that I'm grateful for those who have gone before us. This candle I also light for those who have no descendants to light for them. May their souls find peace in knowing that they, too, are honoured and not forgotten.

I light this candle in memory of all my ancestors, named and nameless, known and unknown, remembered and forgotten, from all of my lineages. May they know that even those whose names are long-lost are still honoured, and that I'm grateful for those who have gone before us. This candle I also light for those who have no descendants to light for them. May their souls find peace in knowing that they, too, are honoured and not forgotten.

I light this candle in honour of all my ancestors who ever you may be and from wherever you originated from.Thank you for your guidance and love.

I light this candle in honour of my father Anton, who taught me to be a warrior woman & my beloved and honoured ancestors of the family Sebald, who never fell down,who always stood upright and never bowed their heads. I honour all my ancestors who ever you may be and from wherever you originated from.Thank you for your guidance and love.