Please, Please do not ask if I am better now - Know that I am not. Please do not simply ask, "How are you?" I am grieving. My baby is dead. Please do not ask my husband, "How is your wife?" Comfort HIM. Please do not say, "Has it already been three months?" those weeks feels like years to me. Please do not make less of my baby's life by saying, "You'll have more." this baby was the one I wanted. Please do not tell me, "Time will heal." Time is just a four-letter word. Please do not say, "God knows best." I am angry with God. Please do not say, "the baby will be in Heaven." I want my baby here. Please do not tell me how great your life is - I am living a nightmare. Please do not tell me about someone else's healthy new baby - It's like a knife through my flat, empty belly. Please do not say, "You look as if you were never pregnant!" I WANT to look pregnant. I want to BE pregnant. Please do not keep silent and not mention my baby - My baby was real - do you not think so? Please do not ask, "What do you need?" I need my baby. Please do not say, "If there is anything I can do..." Please just do it. I can't ask. Please do not ask if I am better now - You know that I am not.
Kwam toevallig laatst een plaatje tegen met een zeer mooie tekst op Facebook die heb ik laatst toevallig gedeeld. Wanneer het soms wat tegenzit En het even wat minder gaat Kijk dan eens om je heen Naar wie er altijd naast je staat Naar de mensen die van je houden Die je steunen en nooit laten gaan En onthoud dan alsjeblieft "Samen kun je alles aan" Bij verdriet, gewoon samen huilen Bij pijn, elkaar stevig omarmen Zo kun je elk verdrietig hart Weer liefdevol verwarmen
Mijn All-time-favorite: "Live isn't about waiting for the storm to pass.. It's about learning how to dance in the rain." En: "Don't let the fear of striking out, keep you from plating the game."
@Dees.. mooi maar ik zou er graag een positieve sluiting na lezen... Don't ask me.. hold me Je bent de regisseur van je eigen leven mijn favoriet: Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Deze zin komt uit het liedje slaap lekker van diggie dex ft eva de roovere: Geluk dat maak je zelf en jij mij gelukkig ook Als ik het liedje hoor moet ik altijd even glimlachen bij deze zin
'Living well is the best revenge.' Ooit gehoord in een interview met Willem Nijholt, die vertelde over zijn ontberingen in een japenkamp. En van Winnie the Pooh: 'Begin bij het begin, ga door tot het eind en stop dan.'