We have killed the husband, father and friend.
Martin, you've left your empty and fill the pain, the sadness, helplessness and anger.
The death has made us the "big putada" take it from someone soon. Only 55 years old and full of life and projects! What "great putada"! But when this happens, I believe that is because what goes, has already learned much of life is wise and is going to teach others who still have much to learn, and need of guides, wise and Martin was a scholar of life and continue to be a great guide. Some or many will miss his brugola but others will.
Some explanation is necessary to find him, right? If not, how difficult it all.
We know we in the early nineties, when I went to "make work" in Palma de Mallorca, his beloved OUR SA (Safety of Islands); tune fast, in fact always been easy to do, because Martin has been a person wanting to do things. As a founding member and until recently president of the Association of Employees, proposed initiatives, activities, to Pineapple with people. With him and his friends I did rafting along the Noguera Pallaresa. After the end of "work" must have been in 1996 or 1997, we continued watching us and manteníem a distant relationship, and I Marratxí him to Barcelona, but between us there was a true love. We knew by the distant Mediterranean, but in close friendship.
On August 27 we will have dinner together with their respective wives, Margaret and na na Merced in Banyalbufar, a wonderful dinner, a month after it has become unforgettable. The next day, Martin and I visited the winery Soft, Es Pont d'Inca, Majorca where prepare the brandy he showed me. In those days the wineries were closed, but being as it was, Martin got the lady Margarita Barcelo we open them for us both and we do a tour.
Just a week before his death, we met in Barcelona, had come to accompany his wrist Marta, who has begun the final year of college, and I brought a few bottles of brandy, brandy that they will always be linked to the memory of Martin.
We had to re-do the course on "healthy islands ses Peninsula," as he called Catalonia, but I had to be me who has come to say goodbye to his island. Because Martin is adored their island.
I'm sorry, Margaret, Martha, Martha, you are sad, but my friend and your husband and father taught us that it is the vitality, which is to take life, which is given to the other, and this record of person who has been great, all continue. It is time to recall it with joy and push, and Martin was so follow us.
You were loved, you will remember and live full of you, and every soft drink will be with me, friend, friend Martin.
September 29, 2008
Palma de Mallorca
Life simply goes and comes
as a ball that the wind parades, fine.
We are actors sometimes
Spectators sometimes
and just as usual, gives life and takes part.
Calmly when the wave comes, just,
and perhaps be left to the beat begins.
The beach in love
not know the long wait
and opens his arms just in case, the wave is wanted today's.
So just, I let you leave me;
only then, let me leave you now.
I have for you, a nest in my tree
and a white cloud, hanging from a branch.
Very white ...
Often when the sun refuses to look at him.
He pesarós knows that if you decline, you love him.
We arrived late at times
without knowing that sometimes
the fragile art of a simple gesture, you could say that ...
Only then, I let you leave me;
just so, let me leave you now.
I have for you, a nest in my tree
and a white cloud, hanging from a branch.
Very white ...
© Editions Empordà. Lluis Llach 1985 (Marema)
10/01/2008 at 16:59
Cough who live in these situations know, after a period or so long, it is important that the memories, experiences and lessons of that person every day and every minute will accompany us throughout life. So much so that even she can come to share new experiences and emotions that the fate in store.
Words like your help to understand that that loved one will never be forgotten by those who knew him. And that could not, want to be a bit better in everything.
Honestly, we accompany the feeling.
10/02/2008 at 10:59
Dear Joseph,
Today I get to open your link. I was excited to read you. It was not just a reading. I feel closer to your feelings of grief and sadness.
Not too long ago, I wrote about the absurd. There are things throughout our lives we can not understand, but if there is a something for which we are not prepared to understand it is death.
Losing someone who occupies an important place in the heart, is hard. It is very hard.
In a similar situation that I lived for two years, my friend told me: "This person that there will always be in your heart." Often, when every day I remember, I think those words are and I think more and more certain.
The people we have loved and left us there while we still exist and we think we bring to our lives.
Also, read now, has been a good day to take input from both conscience and fragile we are. When we are much more than we think. What seems to never happen, it happens in a moment. So there is no time.
We dedicate our lives because, seriously, what is important, what it's worth, the small details, and listen to our hearts, sharing with all our love and our friendship.
A strong embrace with much feeling,