Georg Translation

This story is about the name Georg or Jorg and dedicated to my father Johann Georg Köngeter. He grew raised in the United States, but because he was born in Germany, his mentality was distinctly German. We got to see the American one while he prepared meals for us. Most of the time, he prepared hamburgers. My father died in 2010, and he was the only person I've ever seen die. My brother Kilian and mother were present when he died at Gerresheimer Hospital in Düsseldorf. I arrived shortly thereafter and missed it. My brother Kristian was working elsewhere. My mother asked me to spend some time alone with him in the room. I was overwhelmed because I had never witnessed someone die before.The only thing I recall is that I was asking him for assistance. I'm wondering if it was the trauma of being saved by him when I broke both of my arms. It could possibly have been a conduit for his anguish with his father. His mother and siblings abandoned his father in Germany and moved to the United States. I still wonder why they did that, but we never discuss my grandmother's strange decision. In general, our family struggles with asking for help. We needed to be hacked for this. Someone sent emails under our name with the lines "I need help" in them. My family received a lot of help, but I lost faith in it. Especially in this digital era. In therapy, psychologists determined that it is a translation conflict. We don't know how to translate each other. What is your story with death and the name Georg?