Suse Moersch
About 33 years ago, I stayed with the Huebner family for six months as an exchange student, and I had a wonderful time. Margaret was so much more than “just” a host mother to me. I often called her my American mother — because that is truly who she became.
She welcomed me into her home — and into her heart.
I didn’t just live with her — I found a home with her. A place where I was always welcome, and a place I returned to many times over the years. I even celebrated my 40th birthday together with my American sister Ann and my husband Micha in Rome — a memory I will always cherish.
Over all these years, we never lost touch. And I am deeply grateful that I also share such a close bond with her children to this day.
I am especially thankful that my husband and my two daughters had the chance to meet her several times. It meant so much to me that they could experience her kindness, her warmth, and the special person she was.
She had a rare gift — the gift of making people feel seen, accepted, and loved. With her kindness, her humor, and her open heart, she touched so many lives — including mine.
I will carry our memories with me always.
Even though she is no longer with us, what she gave us remains — the love, the memories, and the connection.