Comments on: Memories. And maybe a correction.

By: Silvia

Silvia — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 07:13:05 +0000

“Ich werde keinen Versuch machen, dich zu trösten” […] Ich weiss, dass ich das nicht könnte. Aber ich will Dich daran erinnern, dass ein guter Mensch nie sterben kann. Du wirst ihn oft wiedersehen. Du wirst ihn auf der Straße sehen. Du wirst ihn in den Häusern sehen, überall in der Stadt. In den Wein- und Obstgärten, in den Flüssen und Wolken, in all den Dingen, die uns die Erde wohnlich machen. Du wirst ihn in allem fühlen, was aus Liebe und für Liebe gemacht ist – in allem, was wächst und überquillt. Die Gestalt eines Menschen kann verschwinden oder uns genommen werden, aber das Beste an einem Menschen bleibt hier. Es bleibt ewig hier.”

“I won’t try to comfort you” [...] I know, that I’m not able to do that. But I want to remind you that a good person can never die. You will see him again, a lot. You will see him on the street. You will see him in the houses, everywhere in the city. In the wine-country and vegetable garden, in the rivers and the clouds, in all those things that make our planet livable. You will feel him in everything, that is made out of love and with love – in everything that grows and flows over. The form of a person may disappear or be taken from us, but the very best of them stays here. Forever here.”

By: Josiane

Josiane — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 02:58:23 +0000

Love, hugs, and tea. A delicious cup of cloudberry tea – it feels appropriate.
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By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Sun, 31 Jan 2010 23:30:39 +0000

So so much love. To you. And to the memory of your friend.

And tea.
.-= Elizabeth´s last post … ode to joy, volume 4 =-.

By: Ilana

Ilana — Sun, 31 Jan 2010 08:11:09 +0000

Since no one said it yet, and it seems to be appropriate:
“May his memory be for a blessing.”
And it sounds like it is.

By: Alicia

Alicia — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 16:18:39 +0000

Dragon Pearl Jasmine, with a chaser of “Sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell…”

And a hug in remembrance of your love.

By: Virginia Penick

Virginia Penick — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 12:59:25 +0000

Thank you for this post. As a suicide survivor (damnit, always awake in the morning!) it’s nice to know that some people are capable of remembering their lost friends with joy and not judgement.
Short Skirt Long Dress was just what I needed to hear today, because as an unemployed paralegal, it reminded me of how much fun I used to have when I worked in the financial district of NYC until losing my job in early 2001. My choice of attire, not my credentials, got me the job. The construction workers loved me, the coffeewallahs loved me, and oh boy did the lawyers love me. ;)
I think I’ll go get dressed…in a short skirt. Long jacket too, right? It is January.

By: Susan

Susan — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 23:45:41 +0000

What a beautiful remembering….I can see the rooftop at sunset. Tea to you….
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By: Katy

Katy — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 23:44:49 +0000

Memories are a joyous thing.

*hugs*
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By: Gilbert (@CrazyOnYou)

Gilbert (@CrazyOnYou) — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 21:46:24 +0000

The best gift my father gave me before he died was the memories of him, good, bad, sad, and joyful. I get to remember him as a human being and not as a placeholder or as an excuse for why I became the person I am. The flaws were as much a part of him as the many strengths.

His body’s dead, but his spirit and his memories remain with me.

God bless and keep you and your friend. May you always have the conversations and memories in a safe place near your heart.

By: Riin

Riin — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 19:26:36 +0000

Oh, hugs and tea for you.

Some deaths never make sense. Every time you say “my friend who is dead” I think of my friend who was killed by a drunk driver. Senseless.

But yeah. There was so much more to him than that.
.-= Riin´s last post … Silvery updatiness =-.