Doris Stockhausen died yesterday while living her 100th year on this planet.
One of the best, but kinda surreal, memories for me was being asked, by Doris,
to sit with her and two of her children, Suja and Christel, in a pew in a church in
Köln to watch a third "child" of hers, Markus, playing trumpet on stage.
The next morning, I went to an internet cafe and logged into this very same O-Board
and described this event knowing that I had to rush back to the Sülztalhalle Kürten
to continue my lessons with her ex-husband. It seems like yesterday.