R.I.P Rudi Carrel

I never did thank Rudi Carrel for lifting me up in the most unlikely way in an almost unreal situation and I never did - so I do now:

The night before my beloved grandmother died, my mother has called me about noon to tell me. This day I felt wrong where I was and there was nothing I could do about it: The morning was occupied with university, the time right after I got the call by my mom I rushed to work (I was working at university that time), we've had a Christmas party planned and there was still so much to do the last day before Christmas holiday. Me and my parents agreed it makes no sense to come home early as there would be no funeral preparations before the next monday or even tuesday. The same evening I was expecting Ed Goodlife - and we were both nervous to the bone, half because it was the first meeting flesh and bone at all and secondly as we tried to fix a bound for a company that night. Edward was on the train and his seat was not an inch more comfortable than mine - but he was sharing the company of Rudi Carrel in the dining car and Rudi chatted with him immediately as Ed spoke to him in Dutch and he heard the familiar tongue. (After all this introduction now finally comes the very special moment). Edward made Rudi Carrel call me with his mobile, and even though the line was really bad he said something like "nice talking to you". Which was especially moving as my granny was always a huge Rudi Carrel fan...