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All you who sleep tonight

Far from the ones you love,

No hand to left or right

And emptiness above -

Know that you aren’t alone

The whole world shares your tears,

Some for two nights or one,

And some for all their years.

Vikram Seth

 Durven is even je evenwicht verliezen;
niet durven is uiteindelijk jezelf verliezen.

To heal our wounds, we need courage to face them

There is a love-shaped-hole in my life...
and no amount of money will fill it.

I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out
    in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom
    of me in magnificent glow,
than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.

As waves are to the sea so time is to
the mind: moments come and go, then
come again, and if we try to hold them,
and cherish what they offer they just
go again, but always something then
is left behind, not for the eye to see
but for the Heart to feel, and finally,
when we stop wondering where all
this is coming from, we are ready to
receive, our eyes then open, as time
is to the mind and waves are to the sea,
so Love is to our Soul,  eventually.

Nancy, you are exquisite, even in the shadows.

Especially in the shadows,

and I'm verry blessed to be your friend...

Thank you to EVERYONE for the kind words, love and prayers. You have no idea how grateful I am to all of you and apologize for not personally answering or commenting on your posts and letters. I feel extremely blessed to have had two years with the most thoughtful, loving, intelligent, super achieving, bike racing, house building, hardworking, chef, and number one father of his three beautiful children. My thoughts and love to all who's lives are impacted by this. He will always be with us.

Dirk, leg het me nog eens uit, want ik heb het niet helemaal begrepen.

Je bent vertrokken en hebt alles achtergelaten.

Mijn mond loopt over van verhalen

En ik zie je in gedachten lachen

Mijn handen streven naar perfectie

Ik voel je drang naar vrijheid in mijn bloed

En je passie in mijn hart...

Dat heb je weer mooi voor elkaar gekregen...

Merci Dirk,

“And in the end it’s not the years in your life that count.

It is the life in your years.”

Dirk

Devillers

9 mei 1973 – 31 juli 2011

Mijn hart maakte een sprongetje…

miste minstens een paar slagen…

om daarna op hol te slaan

en uiteindelijk in een pijnlijke kramp te beseffen…:

sh…  dit kan niet…

mag niet… sh… sh… sh…

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