Eduard, Adolf, Otto
I’m not hooked up to the internet as I write this. I don’t know when I will be able to post these words, but I do want to write down my thoughts. It is late at night, February 27, 2008.
I am still in Boquete, Panama, but will be flying from David to Panama City tomorrow, and then from there back to Toronto the following morning. I have had a great time in Panama, but there is a place, aside from being home with my family, where I would also like to be right now: Kelowna, British Columbia. That’s where my last remaining uncle, from my father’s side of the family, lived. He died yesterday. He was ninety-eight years old, having reached that remarkable milestone last December 31.
My uncle Eduard was a kind, gentle man. The five Pedde brothers who made it into adulthood were like that. I met four of the men. I liked them all. Gustav, the oldest brother, I never met. He disappeared during World War II and was never seen again. My father Julius was next, then (I'm not really sure of the order) Eduard, Otto and Adolf. Now there are none. Of fourteen siblings, one sister, Maria, survives in Germany. Six siblings grew old, one died as a young man in World War II, seven more died in infancy.
Horst and Richard, I wish I could be with you. Your father was a good man. I remember the many times I stayed with your family when you were all still living in Toronto. I have fond memories of your father that I will carry with me until I too pass on. I am in Panama right now and simply can't make it to the funeral, but my thoughts are with you.
Eduard Pedde, RIP.