My bible connects me to my husband; I am deeply rooted in my belief.
My husband and I had good friends, who we regularly visited. We had strong beliefs and when we met we read the “Bibelverse”, the devotional booklet for every day.
My husband and I chose together our own family bible during a stay in Marburg. So we could also keep up this ritual at home – every morning; until his death.
During the move to the Home, I asked my daughter to dissolve my household. Painstakingly she stored my belongings in boxes. She followed my request and brought me my bible – but it was a different one that she held in her hand. And so I believed that this piece full of memories was lost. My daughter searched and found another bible – not the right one.
She searched and searched until one day she found “my bible”. I was so happy! It connects me in a particularly way with my husband, who left me after a severe illness.