Another important part of this book for me was Alberts talk about his feelings after the death of his child. He was sad, but he did not feel angry with God. He was grateful, that he could meet his child, love it, even if he had only a few years for this. I shared the same feelings when I lose someone I loved or when our paths diverge...
In this place I would like to share with you one of the poem of my favourite poet - Jan Twardowski. I found this translation in the internet.
"Let us hurry to love people they depart so quickly"
Let us love people now they leave us so fast
The shoes remain empty and the phone rings on
What's unimportant drags on like a cow
The meaningful sudden takes us by surprise
The silence that follows so normal it's
Hideous like chastity born most simply from despair
When we think of someone who's been taken from us.
Don't be sure you have time for there's no assurance
As all good fortune security deadens the senses
It comes simultaneously like pathos and humour
Like two passions not as strong as one
They leave fast grow silent like a thrush in July
Like a sound somewhat clumsy or a polite bow
To truly see they close their eyes
Though to be born is more of risk than to die
We love still too little and always too late.
Don't write of it too often but write once and for all
And you'll become like dolphin both gentle and strong.
Let us love people now they leave us so fast
And the ones who don't leave won't always return
And you never know while speaking of love
If the first one is last or the last one first.
