Geneviève Knoblich

Your Mother is always with you.
She’s the whisper of the leaves as
you walk down the street, she’s
the smell of certain foods you
remember, flowers you pick, the
fragrance of life itself. She’s the
cool hand on your brow when
you’re not feeling well, she’s your
breath in the air on a cold winter’s
day. She is the sound of the rain
that lulls you to sleep, the colors
of a rainbow, she is Christmas
morning. Your mother lives inside
your laughter. She’s the place
your came from, your first home,
and she’s the map you follow with
every step you take. She’s your
first love, your first friend, even
your first enemy, but nothing on
earth can separate you. Not time,
not space…not even death.

Geneviève Knoblich
geb. Schmitt
22.08.1942 - 22.11.2020
Jürgen Knoblich
Stefanie und Holger Britsche
Wir haben im Familienkreis
Abschied genommen.
Traueranschrift:
S. Britsche, Alemannenweg 2,
79541 Lörrach