be thankful.
in the midst of shitty moods and monsterous anger that can slit through into U.u and U..i soften and almost teared (hiden at a far end at wrk) as i felt remoursefully guilty and and disappointed with myself.
it wrote:
Hi everyone. I am uncle S’s niece. I find it to be the most difficult thing in the world to say goodbye to someone who I have called “daddy”. I still remember at about two years old, looking at him and thinking he was another dad, because he looked so much like my father when they were younger. Sometimes, if I saw him out of the corner of my eye I would accidentally call him “daddy” then realize he was uncle S.
The death of a loved one changes our world. It amazes me however, that the world at large has to go on. It feels so strange to perform the simplest tasks. We still have to eat, to rest, to go to school, to go to work. How can these trivial things be so essential when a life is gone? When the loss of someone has shaken our world? Though I don’t think uncle S was big on poetry, I find that a poem by W.H. Auden captures with great accuracy, the feeling of loss and how the world should stop and mourn the passing of a loved one.
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Funeral Blues W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put down every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Goodbye Uncle S. Our world will never be the same.
_________ : a letter frm a niece of S , a faraway relative of mine.
it came with another letter and a eulogy at the funeral.
and ofcourse a continuous number of condolences from one to another in the mail.
S passed away last Saturday (few wks ago).
He was was diagnosed with advanced colon cancer a year ago and fought a very brave battle.
He always felt that he could beat the disease and did not want to let many people know of his plight as he did not wish for his relatives and close friends to worry for him. they wanted to let others know a while back but S wanted to wait a while and report when he was on the road to recovery.
He fought hard and never gave up along the way. He hid his pain well and when asked how he was doing, he would always give the positive news. His only regret was having to put his family through the ordeal of his illness.
_____: another relative wrote:
It was comforting to note that S passed away peacefully. For the last
few days, in our quiet moments together, I told Auntie M momentarily
a couple of times that it's hard to accept the reality that John is no
longer with us on this earth.
However, our Christian faith has endured
us well to accept the reality of S's passing that what the Lord
gives, the Lord takes away.
We are in the spiritual pilgrimage from the temporary life on this earth
to the eternal life in the next. The thought that S has returned to
the Lord to live an eternal life of peace and joy has further
strengthened Christian faith in God. The following beautiful hymn is a
constant reminder to us on the temporary life on this earth:
"Jesus is all the world to me, I want no better friend
I trust Him now, I'll trust Him
When life's fleeting days shall end
Beautiful life with such a friend
Beautiful life that has no end
Eternal life, eternal joy, He's my friend."
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and to the rowers and family.
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reflecting;
who are we to get all angry and upset over trivials when others fight their life battles each day.
be thankful and greatful everyday.
posted by Cinds @ 3:11 PM
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