Der Könich
I’m still struggling to . I swallow down all that had just been fed to me and I’’m not doing a great job at digesting it either. Sure thing that we hadn’’t seen each other for a very long time. You had added me on “studivz” during my first semester here at UWEC and I thought that I might have a chance to talk to you again after all these years during this summer. Just to see how you had been and what you would be up to for now. Long forgotten memories suddenly popped into my head after my mom revealed the sad news to me in her last e-mail. I remembered how we had a glorious time together in kindergarten. Playing in the sandpit and throwing sand at other kids, simply being mean jackasses. One girl decided to throw so much sand into my face in retaliation that I was forced to chew on some of it and gulp it down. I guess I learned my lesson that day. We would always come up with our own games and play Knight Rider all day long and so on. And I thought about another night when you had invited me to your birthday party. Your dad, our friends, you and I were going on a night hike. I must have felt sick or something because your father decided to carry me along the trail. I think you were jealous of me that night and then you wanted your dad to grant you a certain wish I cannot remember but he declined. You yelled at him before you covered your face in your hands in sadness, somehow I have to laugh about it right now. Children can be so ridiculously dumb sometimes. However, our time together ended when we were both supposed to go to school and unfortunately, I was assigned to pre- elementary school. Damn those school nurses who assumed I was autistic……
Playing soccer for our town’s club was what reunited us. I don’t think we ever became such close friends again, but I sure had a great time playing on the same team with you and having the usual fun playing soccer. Our coach made an excellent decision choosing you to be our captain. It’s too bad I never told you this but you were a great captain. I can still picture all the games we played and how our opponents pushed us back into our half, trying to score the next goal. Me being the right defender next to you in the defense we were often very confused and helpless, not knowing exactly what to do. We were a big crowd of disoriented bats flying blindly around in the light. However, it was your loud, strong, thick and penetrating voice that always screamed “get out” at the top of its lungs that awakened us and brought us back to our senses, ready to attack the opposing team and to infiltrate their half. Additionally, to get our opponents into an off-side trap often worked as well. If it hadn’t been for your infinite patience, great leadership skills, and a good coach we would have continued to play shitty soccer, I’m very certain about that. Every time we had to drive to another town for a soccer game you always had a funny story to tell which would crack up the entire bus.
Gosh, that just reminds me of the one story you told me about an English teacher we both had in high school who kicked you out of class once.
“So why did he kick you out?” I enquired.
“I don’t know. I only grinned at him.”
“Why did you grin at him?”
“I only wanted to be friendly. He became furious and kicked me out.”
“Haha, yeah right…”
I wonder what you must have been thinking when you were on your way to work.
And maybe, if there could have been something that could have prevented you from going off road on that fateful day.
I will probably never understand why one of the nicest guys I have ever known in my life had to leave us so early. But I will forever be grateful for getting to know you and being your friend. Maybe we will meet again. Someday and somehow...
You were an amazing person and you will be dearly missed by all those you leave behind……
In memory of Thorben König. R.I.P 03/28/08.
Playing soccer for our town’s club was what reunited us. I don’t think we ever became such close friends again, but I sure had a great time playing on the same team with you and having the usual fun playing soccer. Our coach made an excellent decision choosing you to be our captain. It’s too bad I never told you this but you were a great captain. I can still picture all the games we played and how our opponents pushed us back into our half, trying to score the next goal. Me being the right defender next to you in the defense we were often very confused and helpless, not knowing exactly what to do. We were a big crowd of disoriented bats flying blindly around in the light. However, it was your loud, strong, thick and penetrating voice that always screamed “get out” at the top of its lungs that awakened us and brought us back to our senses, ready to attack the opposing team and to infiltrate their half. Additionally, to get our opponents into an off-side trap often worked as well. If it hadn’t been for your infinite patience, great leadership skills, and a good coach we would have continued to play shitty soccer, I’m very certain about that. Every time we had to drive to another town for a soccer game you always had a funny story to tell which would crack up the entire bus.
Gosh, that just reminds me of the one story you told me about an English teacher we both had in high school who kicked you out of class once.
“So why did he kick you out?” I enquired.
“I don’t know. I only grinned at him.”
“Why did you grin at him?”
“I only wanted to be friendly. He became furious and kicked me out.”
“Haha, yeah right…”
I wonder what you must have been thinking when you were on your way to work.
And maybe, if there could have been something that could have prevented you from going off road on that fateful day.
I will probably never understand why one of the nicest guys I have ever known in my life had to leave us so early. But I will forever be grateful for getting to know you and being your friend. Maybe we will meet again. Someday and somehow...
You were an amazing person and you will be dearly missed by all those you leave behind……
In memory of Thorben König. R.I.P 03/28/08.