Funeral Director – Zurich – And once the journey is complete, be welcome! My fatherland good night! Farewell!

Your funeral director and funeral orator in Zurich: Abbot Reding from the Honora Zen monastery, will guide you through the alternative burial according to your wishes.

Location: Cemetery Nordheim

Prayer and Meditation

And does it hurt you that I'm leaving you, why do you still want your eyes to see it. And read it written in black and white, how my heart is dripping with melancholy? Seriously admonishing how joy flees, a shadow of thought moves. The written word goes hand in hand and makes our hearts sad and heavy. There is now the word so familiar and dear.

But where is the hand that wrote it down? And where is the breast that sang it hard, and where is the mouth that sang it again. That's why it hurts you when I leave you, why, do you still want your eyes to see it? One is gone for the other, and nothing remains but the cold word.

Funeral Director - Zurich

Farewell in the blue sea the home fades there. The night wind sighs, we row heavily, the gull flies away timidly. We sail toward that sun that sets in splendor. Farewell, you beautiful sun, and you, my fatherland - good night! With you, my ship, I sail freely through the wild roar of the sea. Don't ask what country it's to, just don't carry me home!

Welcome to me, sea and air! And once the journey is complete, be welcome, forest and chasm! My fatherland - good night! Farewell! How rested hand in hand so cold. i suffered O that I did not find a word of the heart! You go and take the spring with you, take the day and the light. Do not go! Dreamy and tired like a butterfly in September.

Summer staggers along the grounds. Gypsy threads tangle around his torn wings and flowers. Those that are still in bloom have no more honey. In the high forest over there, behind which the sun is glowing, night lurks. Like a big spider. And like a close-meshed net, she hangs the twilight. Before the flickering afterglow after which the butterfly takes flight.