Time flies. I am working on the sequel and Facebook reminded me of this story. I like to add to the last sentence: Actually, because of the accident, I never forgot the rose. Or Hannes.
Don’t think it is easy for me to tell you this story. It should be one of the chapters of the sequel to my book “We Don’t Talk About That”. It is a little love story but it really isn’t a love story. Read it and decide for yourself what you want to call it.
I met Hannes two months too late. Had we met two months earlier something might have become of it. Maybe. Maybe not. He had such an infectious laugh, such as I had never heard from a man and never did again. I knew he would never do or try something I would not want. He was ‘comfortable’ like an old pair of shoes, more like a brother and I felt at ease when I was with him. I still kept him at arm’s length. Why? There were several reasons. One, I was afraid I could…
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such a bittersweet story, giselle, and beautifully written/ thank you for sharing
What a fantastic story – so short and so deep…. Thank you!
On Sat, Nov 18, 2017 at 9:06 PM, Giselle Roeder wrote:
> gmroeder posted: “Time flies. I am working on the sequel and Facebook > reminded me of this story. I like to add to the last sentence: Actually, > because of the accident, I never forgot the rose. Or Hannes. ” >
Wonderful story, Giselle,
I am so happy that you finally ended your book in a manner that put my curiosity at rest. I am sure it must have been very painful to write. He sounded like a lovely man. What a shame that you felt the strong need to follow your head instead of your heart. BEEN THERE, DONE THAT!! IT WAS EXCRUCIATING! I am a little puzzled as to why you found it difficult to write this in your book. It would have been the perfect ending.
Laverne: I never thought of it. Because the “Beheaded Rose” story happened so many years later; I had lived in Canada for several years already when I saw Hannes again. In my memoir, he appears in the very last few pages (243 – 246) in what is called …excerpt from the continuation of the story “We Don’t Talk About that”.’ That’s in the sequel I am working on now. Anyway, thinking about it, that chapter should have followed – without the rose incident. I was often sorry that I didn’t chance it, I mean stay in Germany despite the fact that I might have been shot. But “The little girl from Canada won”. Hannes died a few years ago of Alzheimer’s disease.