Dear Vanessa, dear Stephanie Only by chance fix I come across this page. My sincere condolences! From 1979 until 1984 I worked for your dad as his personal assistance at Allmilmoe. I searched very often for your dad but never found him. The last address was always Smoke Rise, NJ. Do reach out to me: Connie Reschke Conniereschke@gmail.com
It has been hard without you and Mom these last few years, Dad. I miss your larger than life ideas, your adventurous spirit, your stories, and your laugh. Your Grandchildren have grown so much and what joy we'd feel to see you together.
Whenever life as a single got hard for his sister, he took me in-without even a second thought. Sometimes I stayed so long I had to register at a school not to miss my studies.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul; He leads me in the paths of righteousness For His name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through The valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff they comfort me. You prepare a table before me In the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil, My cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy Shall follow me all the days of my life; And I will dwell in the house of the Lord Forever - Psalm 23
Klaus loved NYC. Today I went to honor him at St. Patrick’s and the church was closed for a wedding. I saw these angel wings across the street and that was for him. He would have taken this picture. A sculpture made by a German, no less.
Klaus had an incredible eye for photography. He never bothered with sunsets or flowers. He went for the moment. He always was drawn into the connection
Without blinking an eye he flew in the next day after his sister died and gave me a new family. This pic was taken by me at 5 am in the morning the day after my mother died. That’s him and Vivian’s talking next steps with my mother’s boyfriend’s family.
Klaus was a huge part of Myles' life. He spent a lot of time with him in his office, outside, taking trips, listening to music, and laughing. His Grandfather will be greatly missed.
One of the times that I felt closest to my father was after my mother passed away. I went to visit him in St. Petersburg to help him with mourning and personal affairs. The weather was stormy but we decided to go outside to sit by the bay and watch the clouds and water pass us by. We sat next to each other with mutual heaviness in our hearts, held each other's hand, talked about my mom, and cried together as the sky opened up and rain came pouring down over us. We sat together in the downpour for a very long time.
Growing up, Klaus was my hero. I used to spend hours going through the garbage in his study and collecting pieces of business papers he had disposed of. I would collect them, bring them to a little desk in our living room, and pretend to run a business.