By Susanna Austrup. Six years ago, Lilo Foppe's husband, Hermann, died. He was laid to rest in the Catholic cemetery in Bad Bentheim. For his wife, it is a place of reflection and connection. This morning, the sky is gray, the air tinged with a fine drizzle. The five women under the eaves of the cemetery chapel don't seem bothered by it. They have made themselves comfortable on the benches below, each with a cup of coffee in hand.
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By Susanna Austrup. Six years ago, Lilo Foppe's husband, Hermann, died. He was laid to rest in the Catholic cemetery in Bad Bentheim. For his wife, it is a place of reflection and connection. This morning, the sky is gray, the air tinged with a fine drizzle. The five women under the eaves of the cemetery chapel don't seem bothered by it. They have made themselves comfortable on the benches below, each with a cup of coffee in hand.
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