Saturday, January 4, 2014

A song from the heart to you, Farmor

At my grandma's memorial bench, West side, Manhattan, Saturday at sunset:

"I miss you.
I miss feeling you with me. I did before, but then you said goodbye. Now you're just like a good memory. Memories that can never be relived again. It's the strangest thing ever.
I miss feeling your guidance.
I don't so much anymore - I just think about what you might say, myself.

I don't know what I want. Would you be disappointed if the dream doesn't go the way we wished for together? What would you say?
I think you would say.. keep on going, it'll eventually be easier. Fight for it.
I think you would be disappointed if I didn't.

But what if I found some place else, which turned out to be another dream?
Would you be disappointed, even though you had to accept my choice?
But what if that dream was a place where I was able to sing ..for myself and dance ..for you too?
What would you say?.. I think that then, you would understand the change of heart, with me.
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I miss having someone who loves me like you did.
Sometimes I think I have it. But then in the end I don't. I see how far their love for me is from the love we had.

You can only really love someone as much as they love you, if you receive as much as they give in return, right?
.. or is it possible that someone can love you just from what they give to you?
Isn't giving just like receiving - and even better?

Did I give you as much as you gave me?
I don't think I did.
Did I love you more, than you loved me?
- no I don't think so.

I think that there is a love that I don't understand yet. One much grander. One you had to me.
And I think that just being in your life was enough and much more than I could ever wish to give.

I think that you loved me more than I love you.
I think you love me more than I love you.

... And that's a blessing to know.
Help me find it here on earth again, in someone new.
So that I can see that the love you taught me can be passed on, in your footsteps."

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