It's Not Too Late - again
Posted on January 6, 2010 with 0 comments
Life has its happenings, good and bad, happy news, sad news. Whereas two of my Facebook friends got married on the birthday of a third one, next day a dear MySpace friend's daughter passed away suddenly and unexpectedly, on New Year's Eve.
I can imagine that the deepest sadness can be losing one's child - I remember my Grandma and the New Year's Eve I spent with her, right after the funeral of one of his beloved sons...
And I have seen the birth certificate of my big sister, her name was Dead-Born Gerák...
I am not in the age yet when my friends should leave this world, but some of them already did, and I wrote these words to them (in 2006, published here)
IT'S NOT TOO LATE
You've gone away - When will I see you? Where will I find you? Now that you are far away. Tell me that it's not too late.
I might have hurt you, I might have not taken good care of you, I might have not given you Everything I've meant to. But tell me that it's not too late.
I remember when we talked, I remember when we laughed, I remember when we sang, As two very good friends. Tell me that it's not too late.
I was on my way, You were on your way, Sometimes worlds apart But always in my heart. Tell me that it's not too late.
When you'll come back I will be the happiest To embrace you on my chest 'Cause you are the best. And I know it's not too late.
Many people believe that when a person passes away, only the body dies but the spirit lives on (and many people know this as actual fact, proven by various phenomena which are real, tangible), as it is expressed very nicely in the Rorogwela song, a famous lullaby form the Solomon Islands, in which an orphan girl sings to her little brother about their parents:
"From the island of the dead, Their spirit will continue to look after us"
Listen to song
If we can accept that our loved one who has died, only left the body but the spirit, the person continues on living, in some other way, our heart will be easier.
It's Not Too Late by Andrea Gerak is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 Hungary License
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I would love to know your thoughts:
I can imagine that the deepest sadness can be losing one's child - I remember my Grandma and the New Year's Eve I spent with her, right after the funeral of one of his beloved sons...
And I have seen the birth certificate of my big sister, her name was Dead-Born Gerák...
I am not in the age yet when my friends should leave this world, but some of them already did, and I wrote these words to them (in 2006, published here)
IT'S NOT TOO LATE
You've gone away - When will I see you? Where will I find you? Now that you are far away. Tell me that it's not too late.
I might have hurt you, I might have not taken good care of you, I might have not given you Everything I've meant to. But tell me that it's not too late.
I remember when we talked, I remember when we laughed, I remember when we sang, As two very good friends. Tell me that it's not too late.
I was on my way, You were on your way, Sometimes worlds apart But always in my heart. Tell me that it's not too late.
When you'll come back I will be the happiest To embrace you on my chest 'Cause you are the best. And I know it's not too late.
Many people believe that when a person passes away, only the body dies but the spirit lives on (and many people know this as actual fact, proven by various phenomena which are real, tangible), as it is expressed very nicely in the Rorogwela song, a famous lullaby form the Solomon Islands, in which an orphan girl sings to her little brother about their parents:
"From the island of the dead, Their spirit will continue to look after us"
Listen to song
If we can accept that our loved one who has died, only left the body but the spirit, the person continues on living, in some other way, our heart will be easier.
It's Not Too Late by Andrea Gerak is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 Hungary License
Also in Andrea's Stories Previous blog post: A lil' math>>> Back to blog list
I would love to know your thoughts: