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Inger Bonde

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Randi

Jeg sitter her knust i min egen elendighet, jeg mistet min egen sønn denne måneden. Uventet, utenkelig, urettferdig og alt annet som starter på u…
En blogger venn sendte meg linken til deg… Jeg føler med deg, jeg er der med deg, jeg gråter på skulderen din, jeg kjenner frustrasjonen din, følelsen av hjelpesløshet, matthet.
Sorgen er rå og ny.
Min nevø gav meg dette diktet idag:

WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME

When tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry, the way you did today,
…While thinking of the many things, we didn’t get to say.

I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me, I know you’ll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready, in heaven far above,
And that I’d have to leave behind, all those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
For all life, I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.

So when tomorrow starts without me, don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me, I’m right here, in your heart.

Jeg syntes det var treffende, og trøstet meg litt idag….
Må det også trøste deg litt.

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