Sum-Fredag
Ja nu kanske jag vet vad det är som gör att jag känner mig såhär? Men kan det verkligen vara så? Jag orkar inte de, och isf är det sjukt. Ett behov?
Vad jag behöver nu i detta dötrista väder är SOL! och lite liv förhelvete!
Jag vill:
♥ Börja göra iordning mitt nya rum, så det blir klart.
♥Resa utomlands 1 v , det behövs så sjukt mycket! åh.
Nu ska jag städa iaf, så min mamma blir lite gladare på mig. Sen kanske åka och välja tapet till meine fondvägg?
Ciao/ neo
For you
Sunday 10th of May my grandfather passed away. We all knew that it was coming and that the end was near. I still remember how my heart stopped for a while when I saw my mothers frightened face and my grandmothers tears running down her cheeks, not to mention my father. Grandpa, you were always so alive, so full of life, so spirited, so happy and healthy. People never thought that you were going to be ill. But you left us anyway, after two years of illness, but even how sick you were you never showed that you were sad, because you fought to the bitter end. I have never seen a person fight the way you did, you really didn´T want to be ill. You managed to recover from a lot of episodes of pneumonia, although you got a bit weaker each time. You were the greatest fighter of them all. It still feels empty to go to grandmas and knowing that you will not be around. You are no lying in on the couch busy with your crosswords.
I miss you; I miss not to be able to call to you, knowing that you it´s not you picking up the phone.
I miss that; You are not running down buying me a Danish pastry just because I´m visiting.
I miss that; You didn´t always talk so much with me, but when you did, it was always something nice you had to say to me.
I miss that; You always were on my side
I miss; To see you in your red sweater
I miss; That you are not around any longer. I miss all of you
You had a good life and you are leaving something good after you. You had a nice wife and you got two great kids. You made your way trough life, had a good job and got to see a lot of places in the world. I just wish that you had been healthy for the last two years of your life. But even though we can´t see, hear or feel you, I know that you will be with us all the time. You are watching every step that we take and I hope that the angels take good care of you, beloved grandfather.
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong'
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
I miss you; I miss not to be able to call to you, knowing that you it´s not you picking up the phone.
I miss that; You are not running down buying me a Danish pastry just because I´m visiting.
I miss that; You didn´t always talk so much with me, but when you did, it was always something nice you had to say to me.
I miss that; You always were on my side
I miss; To see you in your red sweater
I miss; That you are not around any longer. I miss all of you
You had a good life and you are leaving something good after you. You had a nice wife and you got two great kids. You made your way trough life, had a good job and got to see a lot of places in the world. I just wish that you had been healthy for the last two years of your life. But even though we can´t see, hear or feel you, I know that you will be with us all the time. You are watching every step that we take and I hope that the angels take good care of you, beloved grandfather.
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong'
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good."