Que seulement le bien soit fait en sa mémoire.

Je voulais souhaiter beaucoup d'amour et de courage à toi et à ton Papa.

Que tu vives dans la lumière dont elle a rempli ta vie et non dans son ombre. Maintenant c'est ta Maman qui est devenue Toi et elle voudrait connaître Ta vie pas la sienne à nouveau. Tu es ta propre personne avec tes propres rêves et ambitions.  Ta Maman t'a beaucoup influencé mais elle ne voudrait pas que tu la suives.

Elle t'a sauvée et maintenant elle veut que tu sois libérée. Que tu fasses confiance dans ton jugement comme elle a fait confiance dans le tien. Que tu aimes comme elle a aimé.  Que seulement le bien soit fait en sa mémoire.

Vous vous êtes aimées plus que tout au monde et ça c'est l'essentiel.

the strength and the courage

Dear friend, I've heard and I want to offer you my unconditional support and heartfelt sympathy.  I share your grief and your pain as do all those who may have learned about this tragedy.  My own mother passed on two months and two days ago and I know such an event is beyond words or human reasoning.  A whole universe disappeared that day - it was as if I myself died.  But eternal peace has now been granted to her and finally an end has been put to her suffering.

Though there might be some feelings of guilt what really matters is you have brought her incomparable happiness and have done her immense good in life.
I am sure she is proud of what you have accomplished so far and how you've raised a beautiful family.
She is also looking forward to the many great things that you have yet to accomplish including the brilliant and beneficial research that lies ahead of you.
She would have wanted you to be brave like she was during her illness and that through her ordeal you find the strength and the courage to be even greater and accomplish amazing things, things than you never thought possible.
I am certain that you, like me, have joined this course for a purpose, so that we may do our best to make the world a better place.
Please don't forget that it must have been her wish, like it was the wish of my own mother, to see you succeed brilliantly.
My mother is now my reason to live because she lives on through me and my brother.
She is now my very breath and her suffering has now become my very will to fight cancer.

I will pray for your mother tonight and that you may find the courage and the love to help you through this.

If you give me your home address, I would like to send you flowers.

Anything else I might do please, please, just ask.

Your friend

God is dying

My mother is God to me. She gave me life, made me what I am today. I owe everything to her, everything... Yet she is dying. Dying within and I will be unable to save her.

To a Teacher

From her time among us what remains beside the friendships and the cherished taciturn memories are her ideas, principles and approach to teaching from which we can all draw inspiration.

She firmly believed that there are no stupid people there are only different types of intelligent people.
Anyone can be taught provided the method is appropriate.
Therefore she was very much against any form of typecasting, or classification of individuals.
All that was needed for a student to excel was a spark of genuine interest in a subject, the rest was entirely down to will-power and the approach.
If a student possessed but the faintest trace of these qualities she would do all in here power to ensure success.
Any effort on the student part would be multiplied ten-fold on her part.
Under no circumstance would she ever give up on anyone.
And through her selflessness dedication, no one in her class would be left behind.

This award is here to celebrate both her memory and these undying principles which we believe are very much at the heart of this school.
That everyone has the possibility to excel provided there is a little interest and some willpower.

And the winner of this prize today exemplifies this beyond doubt.

We wish to thank the organisers behind this award and the people of this school for keeping her memory and these principles alive.
And we ask of all of you for her sake to not lose faith in your abilities or typecast yourselves.
Everything is a question of perseverance and time.

Nothing is out of your reach.

beyond the realm of words

Only good shall suffer.
For the rest, a buffer,
Shelfish shield from pain
And of any blaming stain
Tainting a care-free disposition
With some unwanted information

Wall of ears only hearing
what to them is not endearing
Preserving their uncompromising happiness
In a blissful willing act of blindness


I look down on your grief with disdain
I choose to ignore the poignancy of your pain
It is inconvenient to my care-free inclination
It is unattractive to me
I am fearful of truly feeling what to others is not appealing

I fear pain



What is to fear but pain
For death has no dominion on us

What their does not fear
Compassion come not comply
happy-disposition
Yet when one has lost a mother.
The pain is to sincere to utter.
For it is beyond the symbols
Of millenia by-gone
we have chosen to express our innermost feelings
And in this pain you are not one
But it is beyond expression and understanding


Caring is suffering, loving is suffering.
Pain, grief, depression
selfless blind love, careless of the imminent
loss,

Only brave shall suffer

Only love shall suffer

Only care shall suffer

Only knowing shall suffer.

Yet the buffer wears thin
And soon under healing skin
Grief imminent ever present
Unravels the spiraling descent
And you will fear that debilitating thread
And you will feel the grief you have fled

And you might feel what has been felt
But so you have lived and you have dealt
With pain greater than death, loss so
great which goes beyond the realm of words
it has to be lived and not two people have lived it the same way

And when you have felt this pain nothing will be the same, and you will be good, brave, love or care no more

Beware of the informal

You never know where you stand with the informal, they might bite you at any time without warning (usually by the hired asshole). A word of warning don't ever drop your defenses and always try to read between the lines. There are some pretty informal assholes.

the tragedy of dying in your 50s

My loved one is probably terminally ill and still in her early 50s. When I see old people I can't help thinking how sad it is she will never reach that age. She might be gone before her children are married. She might be gone before my first child is born. She might never be a grandmother. We all go some time but our time is rarely right.
She has given us all, she has made us who we are...