tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-172577342011-04-21T13:14:55.563-07:00robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12948595286633548750noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17257734.post-1128517729001930812005-10-05T06:08:00.000-07:002006-01-17T09:40:44.613-08:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">2005.01.15. New article: Funeral Texts </span><br /><br />Crossing the Bridge<br /><br />Exactly four months after we learned that Rob had a limited space of time left on the surface of this earth, our hero took off in a physical sense. I did not like to choose the word “brave” about Rob along this road before, but the last hours before he took his last breath, I think he really was brave. He chose not to be sedated the last bit of this part of his journey, but to make his way to the bridge as consciously as he could. He fought, he struggled and finally made his way to the bridge he had yearned to cross. The weather outside was tough; snowy, windy and cold like never before this winter. He had the same kind of weather around him as he went. But he was well dressed and prepared for it. When we arrived at the bridge head, we said good bye as we had planned. And then he left. Quietly. Without pain and fear, but it seemed with an eagerness to know the sagas of the other side. I think someone was waving welcoming at him on the other side. That is why I could let him go. Because I know he wanted to go and that he went in the way he wanted to. After he had gone, he was looking peaceful and with a subtle smile on his face. I know that he is physically gone, but I can still feel his strong presence, as I think all of us can. He is still here, I am not alone. He will continue to tell us stories from the flipside, if we listen carefully. He might use another language, but he will use a language that we can all understand, if we want to.<br /><br />During these past four months that Rob and I have shared together, I have thought and planned to write about my experience along the road. Now is the time. My and Robs experiences were separated and yet tightly interwoven, and I will try to give my point of view of it. I am not sure, but all of you that followed Rob are welcome to have a look into my perspective of what happened (and happens!). I will make a try. You will find my coming texts under the subject heading “Elsa´s texts”.<br /><br />Elsa.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17257734-112851772900193081?l=how2die.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12948595286633548750noreply@blogger.com