Ich werde da sein, wenn du stirbst

In 1999 on a very unexciting long train ride from our school in East Sussex to London, a close boarding school mate and I made a pact to start a pub in England should we both be single and miserable later on in our years. This mate however, met the love of her life while she was studying politics in Vienna, it was then that I very happily said goodbye to our pub pact. Unfortunately life had other plans, because just as soon as she had found the love of her life, she lost him to cancer a few years later. Marie-Sophie mourned and grieved through writing, reliving the entire experience and walking their journey a thousand times over in her mind. I cannot imagine anything more painful and beautiful both at the same time, almost cinematic, the parallel of a grief stricken Christian writing 'The Moulin Rouge' in his dusty attic. Marie-Sophie's writing has now materialized in the form of "Ich werde da sein, wenn du stirbst", "I will be there when you die", and all I can say is, "Isi, Herzlichen Glückwunsch!" and have it translated into english woman!