In memory of Rickard
My friend did not make it......
So his journy ends here...
One life gone forever...
A kind, gentle,loving soul passed out of time..
I was the last person to talk to him...I tried to stopp him
Dan tried to stopp him...
but we failed....
I managed to get in contackt with his best friend
But he did not get there soon enough...
And now everything will be to late for ever and ever...
I think this poem says it all...on how his family and those who loved him feels now
It's sad , but still beautifull....
Stopp all the clocks.
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 crêpe 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 for ever: 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.
W.H Auden.
R.I.P Richard
May the great spirit watch over you...
This is for you...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUSh-Kz6FZM
Vi sees i Nangijala...