At these hours, she died,
and her melodies calls many days.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPrFlbitSro&feature=PlayList&p=51356264A9E6C943&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=70 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FmUU-y7Nk0 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bwu7ixmQk0c&feature=fvst and she new, that the november rain would hold on,
and as she learned her six old brother the song
knocking on a heavens door, we didn´t know,
that she was on her journey
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Lb9XxRNKBg I looked, in which year she was touched from this song, I didn´t know
anything about the idol - he was for her.
And after all these years, I ever and ever feel with her, when I listen to some of her special songs, and I think, nothing changed, about feelings young and old people can have, and it needs to listen about songs people like to hear, for they are talking to us often in this way, than, if they found no words about her problems or hopes; it would be so enough to read between the lines and to be sensitive.
And it never means, that something laughs, that he is alright; and it means not so often, that mothers are too solicitous, if they won´t give up, and stay a couple of times in front of doors from therapists, social workers, hospital. It isn´t funny, not for the children, and not for mothers, to treat them sdisresprectul, to call mothers hysterical, implausible, to do evything, that the sourroundings mean, that mothers cannot "let go", even her alarm bells ring louder than shellfire - because for some of the children - its too late and all the laughter from before are incoherent, and nothing, nothing of all regret words, can ever make good, what the lost means and nothing, can be better ever, and than we are staying in a quiet hell, because of course, they leaveing all, and let the dependants alone and they won´t want to hear something about the occurences, because they know, that they looked away. And sorry, I know, I can´t forgive.