YOU WARM MY HEART

To all you caring and wonderful bloggers who have sent me greetings - many, many thanks! You warm my heart and helps me to heal my soul and through the difficult time ahead. I will never forget this and I will get back to each and every one of you!

Right now, I want to give special thanks to Charlotta in Sidney for her encouragement on her blog and to Nona in Holland for the Sunshine Award, it was really sweet and loving of both of you!

For those of you who may think that I shouldn't write about sad things on my blog, I would say: What we would want to show the world may be successfulness and problemless, but life isn't always so! Although we may think that sickness and death does not exist if we don't talk about it, it does.

Although I wish for you not to experience this grief, we must all face it one day, and then the care from family, friends and blog friends may bring you just as much happiness and gratefulness that it has given me.

Warm greetings and hugs from

350 people follow Jette to the grave. My words was, among other things, the poem below.

Stå ikke ved min grav og sørg over meg

jeg er der ikke, jeg sover ei.

Jeg er vårens milde og lune luft.

Jeg er sommerens søteste blomsterduft.

Jeg er blader som faller i høstskogen

Jeg er snefnugg som daler så stille fra oven.

Jeg er solen som varmer ditt kjølige kinn.

Jeg er skyen som blåses bort av en vind.

Jeg er skyggen som faller på modne bær.

Jeg er nattens strålende stjerneskjær.

Du kan høre min stemme i havets brus,

min tindrende latter i vindens sus.

Se mine øyne i bølgenes vann

og lese mitt navn i det hvite sand.

Innen du våkner i morgenstunden

vil jeg kysse deg blidt og søtt på munnen

så du smiler og merker, jeg er deg nær

at jeg aldri forsvinner, men blir her.

Stå ikke ved min grav og gråt

jeg er ikke der!

The number of wreaths and bouquets were so many, that they also filled the tomb of Jette's father.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there,- I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints on snow

I am the sun on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there, - I did not die.

Mary Elisabeth Frye

My wreath to Jette was in her favorite colors, white and cream. The green and birch branches, symbolizing spring approaching and the life that goes on. A big thanks to Dorthe who made it for me!