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- Written by: Jan Erik Sigtbakken
Dagen i dag er min kjaere fars dag - og selv om det er snart 13 aar siden han gikk bort, er savnet stort. Det er sjelden en dag gaar uten at jeg tenker paa far. Forskjellen fra foerste par aarene etter han gikk bort til naa - er at jeg tenker paa de gode minnene med ett smil om munnen. Og kanskje det er det som menes med at tiden leger alle saar - at vi dytter vekk alt negativt, og tenker paa alt det positive. Noe vi burde gjoere med alt her i livet, og sette pris paa hverandre mens vi fortsatt lever.
Det koster veldig lite aa si at man er glad i noen - og det betyr saa mye for den som faar hoere det. Jeg vet at jeg ikke er flink nok til aa si det, men jeg har blitt flinkere med aara. Det er ett ordtak paa engelsk som vi alle burde leve etter "No act of kindness - no matter how small - is ever wasted"
Saa dagen i dag - 12.April er far sin dag. Gratulerer saa mye med dagen far. Savner deg og tenker paa deg hver dag. Hvil i fred.
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- Written by: Jan Erik Sigtbakken
To Remember Me - I Will Live Forever
by Robert Noel Test, American Poet (1926-1994)
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital; busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
- Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.
- Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
- Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
- Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
- Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain.
- Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain agianst her window.
- Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
- If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness and all prejudice against my fellow man.
- Give my sins to the devil.
- Give my soul to God.
If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.