Someone died last night... the mother of a friend who is very dear to me has taken her leave.
The Swiss Germans have a saying I find both comical and meaningful ... "unter Arme griffe". To hold someone up by their armpits. Over the years I have used it in jest as well as with feeling.
With five-thousand miles separating me from the person I would do anything to comfort, I ask myself how that is possible. I sit and look out upon this deceptively glorious fall day and hope, yes in German, that my thoughts are like hands under armpits.
I will hold you up, friend.