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Post by Don Barone on Feb 24, 2004 9:48:54 GMT -5
Dear Bernhard and Sonja ! Don't stand at my grave and weep, I am not there - I do not sleep. For I am thousand winds that blow and diamond's glint upon the snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, the soft and gentle autumn rain. When you awake in morning's hush I'll be the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight, timeless stars that shine at night. So, don't stand at my grave and cry for I'm not there - I did not die. A beautiful and powerful poem and I thank both of you. Don Barone
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Post by BERNHARD on Feb 24, 2004 10:49:56 GMT -5
dear DON, in times of darkness and shivering, one need the warm and bright light of a believing wisdom like this: ... " <<< A Time To Believe >>>
To believe is to know that every day is a new beginning. It is to trust that miracles happen, and dreams really do come true.
To believe is to see angels dancing among the clouds, To know the wonder of a stardust sky and the wisdom of the man in the moon.
To believe is to know the value of a nurturing heart, The innocence of a child's eyes and the beauty of an aging hand, for it is through their teachings we learn to love.
To believe is to find the strength and courage that lies within us. When it is time to pick up the pieces and begin again.
To believe is to know we are not alone, That life is a gift and this is our time to cherish it.
To believe is to know that wonderful surprises are just waiting to happen,
And all our hopes and dreams are within reach. If only we believe. " *************** .......
and here another wonderful thought by Luciano De Creschenzo : ...... "We are each of us angels, with only one wing. And we can only fly embracing each other." ...... so far: Bernie from believing bavaria
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Post by BERNHARD on Feb 24, 2004 11:47:52 GMT -5
DEAR DON, i answered your private message the same way you used to post it ! ( cause it is really a very intimate and very personal situation ). if you did not receive my answer right now, then only post me a short advice, and i will repeat my mail to you ! i wish you all the best: Bernie
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Post by Charlotte on Feb 24, 2004 12:06:24 GMT -5
Indeed, a beautiful and powerful poem. I was in want of one this morning, but could have not found more profound words.
Love
Charlotte
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Post by BERNHARD on Feb 24, 2004 12:39:45 GMT -5
DEAR CHARLOTTE AND DON ( got your reply - thanks), death not only takes something very beloved and precious away from us, but on the other hand, it causes man to wait a little, to pause, to keep distance from the daily rush, it gives a the chance to enter a kind of a time-and-space bubble, freely regarding his and other's life, what we are doing, and because of what !, what we dreaming, loving. searching, wanting, feeling, thinking, and so on ! this is also a gift, wrapped in a dark and non-attractrive cloth, oh yes, but it can offer and open some new truth and confidence ! the days of mourning can clear and calm down our disorientated and restless souls, and finally leading men and women again to one another ! while about leaving now, i will still provide another fine poem: " <<< But a Short Time to Live >>>
Our little hour,—how swift it flies When poppies flare and lilies smile; How soon the fleeting minute dies, Leaving us but a little while To dream our dream, to sing our song, To pick the fruit, to pluck the flower, The Gods—They do not give us long,— One little hour.
Our little hour,—how short it is When Love with dew-eyed loveliness Raises her lips for ours to kiss And dies within our first caress. Youth flickers out like wind-blown flame, Sweets of to-day to-morrow sour, For Time and Death, relentless, claim Our little hour.
Our little hour,—how short a time To wage our wars, to fan our hates, To take our fill of armoured crime, To troop our banners, storm the gates. Blood on the sword, our eyes blood-red, Blind in our puny reign of power, Do we forget how soon is sped Our little hour?
Our little hour,—how soon it dies: How short a time to tell our beads, To chant our feeble Litanies, To think sweet thoughts, to do good deeds. The altar lights grow pale and dim, The bells hang silent in the tower— So passes with the dying hymn Our little hour.
by: Leslie Coulson " .....
now best regards, and for DON: keep the light burning ! ciao: Bernie
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Post by The Barone Family on Feb 24, 2004 22:10:21 GMT -5
Oh Don, I'm so sorry. Had I have known about this sooner, I would have gotten hooked up here faster. My prayers are with you and your family friend, and I wish you joy for remembering the life of a loved one is always sad, but with joyous occasion we celebrate life.
Blessings, Jeremy
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Post by Jergat on Feb 24, 2004 22:13:42 GMT -5
Oh Don, I'm so sorry. Had I have known about this sooner, I would have gotten hooked up here faster. My prayers are with you and your family friend, and I wish you joy for remembering the life of a loved one is always sad, but with joyous occasion we celebrate life. Blessings, Jeremy
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Post by Don Barone on Feb 24, 2004 23:28:52 GMT -5
Hi Jeremy ...
Thanks for the kind thoughts and the mesasage you posted at Graham's. Tough times indeed when the ones you relied on to get you through these tough times are the reason for your feelings of sorrow. The visitation is tomorrow and it will be a tough day. There will be no funeral service as it is pointless as she has already received whatever rewards she is due. She always believed [as I do also] in a Cosmic Conscience and I can only speculate that she has found a home among the many unknowns which comprise this thing we both called The Cosmic Conscience. It is where she thought she had come from and it surely is where she believed she was going to return.
I do so hope she was correct.
In love and Her Light Don Barone
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Post by Don Barone on Feb 26, 2004 19:15:27 GMT -5
Dear Bernhard, Charlotte and Jeremy ... Last night is over and I survived it fairly well. A very small turnout but they were all very special. One man 82 from their first home and first neighbourhood, her cleaning woman who had known her for 18 years, her handiman who had looked after her house for at least the last 15 years, [almost] all surviving members of our family, some other close friends and as a special bonus to me two of my old highschool friends who I had not seen in 35 years. As a matter of fact they were two of the five of us who were in the car [this to Charlotte now] when I passed the 15 cars way back in 1967. [do your remember that story Charlotte ?] Anyway it was great to catch up with them and talk about the 'good old days' and they said they just had to come since my mom had always been so good to them. So all phases of her life were represented and it felt good. It is interesting to note that all who were in the car that day are still alive and doing well. Interesting ... And now please have a listen to this song and maybe shed one more tear for me and her and remember or reflect on how fraglie a gift life truly is. Anyway just a very special thank you to all of you. Cheers Don Barone
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Post by BERNHARD on Feb 27, 2004 3:39:12 GMT -5
DEAR DON, i am GLAD to here something from YOU, while you are fighting through these torturing days ! it is allways good to get visits by some old good friends ore members of the family, one is standing in a good and warmhearted relation with. to talk about old stories makes it really easier to overcome these times of sadness and depression ! and one must not talk always about death and illness, no no ! , one should remember the good events and happenings, one had together with dear Julia, or friends at school, girls ( oh yes ), or the first steps of the kids !! it helps, and is like balm for a wounded heart in it's desperation. and it is important in these times, to keep oneself in occupation, keep on running , try to be busy ! even it is a time to keep distance to our normal way of life, while critically reflecting all its facettes of nonsense and inhuman effects, of arrogance and egocentric behavior, there is the danger, that these intensive thoughts and reflections may force your mind and emotions into a deep depression, causing the circling of thoughts into a bad spiral downward even into more depression. in this case one should immediately stop the reflecting about what had happened, and should "jmp" into totalkly other more positive avtivities. i know, this is easily said, but nevertheless one should keep it in mind ! DEAR DON, what is with the younger persons: how do they bear the death of their beloved grandma ?? so i will furtherly stand with YOU and your Family, and wish you all the best ! best regards: Bernie
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Post by Don Barone on Feb 27, 2004 8:59:20 GMT -5
Hi Bernhard ... The children are doing well. The children were not too close to my mother so it has been not too bad for them. The youngest, Marianna, is still beyond caring about this thing we call death and has carried on as if nothing has happened. Aw the innocence of youth. The eldest on the other hand, Angelica, has learnt a bitter lesson of life and has grown up quite a bit through this experience and as we joked she has learnt also that growing up and old sucks !!! In Love and Her Light Don Barone
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Post by BERNHARD on Feb 27, 2004 9:15:13 GMT -5
DEAR DON, well, it is quite a (relatively) GOOD message. sometimes especially the children are suffering under these sudden terrific impacts on her little dreamingful world ! - not long ago i experienced a very sad situation with two small children standing totally shocked in front of the open grave, weeping over her mom, ( died too young of a heart-disease ), shivering under the shock and the frozing temperatures of a very cold january day. ( this was some years ago. when accompanied a father and his two children on this hard walk) so i am now very glad, that the first brutal emotional impact was passing by ! with you and your family: Bernie from bavaria
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Post by Charlotte on Feb 27, 2004 9:26:46 GMT -5
Hi Don, As just said, I second Berhard's words, which were also the words of my father, viz., "when life is really hard and pain too much, work two jobs", but best is to be accepting and peaceful and letting your mother go with a gentle and loving memory, and once again be life affirming for the living, as I sense with gladness from your post As to the "car story", iirk I forgot, maybe you can tell it again? With love Charlotte
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Post by Don Barone on Feb 27, 2004 10:08:49 GMT -5
Hi Charlotte ... with pleasure. [You might enjoy it as well Bernhard]
In 1967 five of us decided to drive north [about 300 miles] to Georgian Bay and a very famous beach called Sable Beach. It was our first trip and it was one of my first cars. On the way it was just a two lane highway and I decided to pass a couple of cars. But being young and stupid stretched it out to 4 then 6 then 8 cars but still I would not pull over. I then passed the 9th and then the 10th and then the 11th car and then we hit a fairly steep hill and still I wouldn't pull over. As we started climbing the hill we passed car 12, then 13 then 14 and then just as we crested the hill we passed the 15th car. No one was breathing inside the car. The silence was deafening. I really think we all thought we were going to die. As we crested the hill with the 15th car directly beside us I fully expected to hit an oncoming car but as we got to a position where we could see I was shocked to see that there were no cars for quite a ways ahead of us and as I calmly pulled over into our lane again there was a collective sigh and a unamimous 'thank fuckin god". It was never mentioned about what an idiot I was for I always sensed we all felt we had just cheated death and never really discussed it. But over the years I have often woke up in a cold sweat and this time there is a car at the top of the hill and I don't make it and then I awaken. I always felt my guardian angel had spared me. Perhaps as Angelica says I was spared so that I could have her and Marianna and then I am reminded by one of them Wed. night that he met his furture wife that weekend at a dance and now has two grown children as well and so did the other one. Proving to Angelica and I that we were were indeed spared that day for a reason. And as far as I know all who were in the car that day are still alive, still live in the area [even though they have travelled about in their lives], all have two children and all remember that day very, very well.
Cheers Don Barone
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Post by BERNHARD on Feb 27, 2004 11:10:31 GMT -5
DEAR DON, a fine and interesting story from the dynamic days of your (our) youth ! remembers me to some similar events i had, while afterwards having been glad to survived it. and according to my somehow paranormal-capabilities, i intensively felt in more than only one some case the upcomming troubles, so that i decided to change the car, or a bike, .., and so i could avoid some serious accidents. BUT, unfortunately, even in these cases, other persons jumped into the gap, ( will say: joined my earlier position ), and the results for them had been very bad: one good old buddy is since sitting in a wheelchair, another buddy was heavily wounded, several bones broken( smashed!), so that he had to spent nearly 9 month in a special hospital. i was asking myself, was irritated and ashamed, but i could not see the upcoming troubles more precisely. and as a young man at that time, you don't have a chance, when you would have tried to warn other buddies with words like: ay man, let us drive later, or : i have a very bad uncertain feeling that something will happen with this car. they wold have been loughing about me ! in case with the "broken-bones"-buddy , we both had changed the car, he took over my position, was proud to drive with this car, and only 10 min. later he crashed into another car. 4 persons have been wounded, including two nice looking girlfriends ! shortly after it happened, i was there, and we did our very best, to rescue all of them out of the wrecks ! dear DON, we often kept our guardian-angels, or whoever these beings may be for some persons, in action ! hope they will accompany me further ! i do not want to tell now some of the other incredible and sometime terrific stories, but i am very thankful to my friends in the ether above ( or below ) for their engangement ! well now, enjoy life, it is so wonderful ! CHEERS to you and charlotte and all the other Members here : Bernie
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Post by ghia on Jun 6, 2007 21:29:16 GMT -5
Well, Don, I came over here to see some pictures and wow! I got a whole history. Well beautiful paintings! Belated Condolences to you, as well. I held the hand of my Old Man as he passed away, he left through his crown chakra to be born again, as he had been practicing. I'll be checking for the other paintings to be up, now that you've revived the subject.
BB, Ghia
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