I decided to make it a little photo tribute to my precious late father, who left us one month before his 90th birthday in October 2002.
My dad was not a perfect father in terms of that he was an absent and way too busy father. As a scientist, professor, author, etc. lived in our home, but was first and foremost married to science. He was a phytopathologist (plant doctor, I used to call him). He was not perfect by any means, but then which parent is, only our Heavenly Father is perfect .... having said that, he was perfect to me, and I loved him very, very dearly.
He was a godly man with godly principles, and ever so good-natured. He was known as the cheerful smiling man, always with a little song on his lips. No matter how difficult life was, he would go out of his way to cheer people up and encourage them. He was truely a remarkable man, full of inner joy and faith, and gentleness, a true and trusted friend. In many ways he has become my rolemodel. This is a good time as any to thank God from every fibre of my being for having granted me such a special man as a father.
It is a shame that my brother, Thomas, took the short-cut to heaven at his birth, he, too would have enjoyed him as a father .... well the two of them have the best time ever together now with Jesus!
Dr. Max Heimann
There is another photo which I still have to find, scan and upload (a bit later) and it will fit in here.
This next one was in 1962 (I was 10 years old) at one of his many microscopes at the laboratory ... later he used electronic microscopes. I remember when I came into the lab, and he got me some water from a pond outside the institute, and then stuck the petri dish with the water on the microscope. I sat for hours watching the little strange squiggly things move all over the place .... and of course that gave him peace to work ... ha!
And here he is with his little grandson introducing him to the joys of singing with an ever ready guitar. Oh he would be so proud of his grandson now!
This next picture of my dad and I was taken at his 80th birthday. A year prior he had suffered his first and major stroke. We nearly thought we lost him then. However he pulled through. I never forget when I was sat next to him at the hospital, he could hardly move or speak, and he pointed to a pile of scietific journals asking me to read them to him. He knew, as a scientist, that he had to keep his brain active in order to survive, to build new synapse connections for all those that were distroyed during the stroke.
Finally, this was the last time I saw him alive, just before his 90th birthday. By then he had suffered several strokes and heart attacks, plus pulmonary edema (water in lungs). He was in and out of intensive care. There were these long drives from London, England over to Germany to rush over. His body was failing him, but the mind and brain was as sharp and active as ever.
He is loved and still missed! Thank you daddy for your life!
With deep gratitude,