Anneliese, my mother, lives in my memories. My memories may not have many details and some may be imagined but very real to me. I remember her as charismatic, loving with her children, she filled the house with her presence. Loved it when she made potatoe pancakes for dinner, dressed up to go out with Dad(they looked dazzling), took Peter and I out to meet the new neighbours in our new home(met Deb, still my best friend), took me to riding lessons(and she held the horse), and loved the way she drove fast and with supreme confidence to all of our destinations. Loved and missed always