Zurich Oberland – Funeral Service – In the end the grass grows over all graves, time heals all wounds, that is a consolation!

Prayer and Meditation

I do not fear death that cares to take, I fear death that takes mine. How did I feel what goodbye means. How do I know? A dark, unwounded, cruel something that once again shows and holds out and tears a beautiful bond. How I was unable to resist looking at him who, when he let me go and called me, stayed behind, just as if they were all women and yet small and white and nothing but this. A wave, no longer related to me, a soft wave that continues. Hardly explainable anymore. Perhaps a plum tree from which a cuckoo hastily flew.

Funeral Service - Zurich Oberland

In the end the grass grows over all graves, time heals all wounds, that is a consolation. Probably the worst one can give you. Poor heart, you don't want the wounds to heal. You still have something while it burns painfully. Only what has been grieved is dead and severed. When someone you love dies, it's like a dream, the first few days you can hardly find yourself. How he is to endure it, he cannot ask himself.

And when he thinks about it, he's already endured it. Before I die, I'll write my poem. hush, friends, don't bother me. I am going to my death. Death is our glue. Oh, don't let my beloved cry for me. what's up to me I like to go in. The mother is crying. You have to be made of iron. The sun falls down to the horizon. soon I'll be thrown into the mild mass grave. The brave sunset burns in the sky. Maybe I'll be dead in thirteen days. All the best on the final journey, and find your peace!