In memoriam

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

In memory of Grette flew by

Some people live along. Some across. Some just like that. And Gretta lived in spite of. Contrary to the diagnosis, which left her no chance. Contrary to the doctors who vaguely talked about the fact that someone lives with this for two months, someone for half a year. Contrary to. Against all odds, Gretta lived for two and a half years.

After the operation, she was hit again. Painfully. Perhaps even more painful than the diagnosis - after all, it can be drowned out with pills, at least for a while. Not a single pill can calm a wounded soul. Again, in spite of everything, Gretta got up. She got up in order to courageously hold the blows that she was throwing life, as if testing her strength - well, she certainly would not be able to withstand this.

Withstood. Fainted. I tolerated droppers. She went through several hours of postoperative torment, when the anesthesia released at the wrong time made me shudder and scream in pain … But I got up. I got up to ironically and somehow surprisingly casually, in passing, comment on the next passage of the ailment, remember Bublikov, in comparison with which … and run on.

Towards the life she loved passionately. Towards her students and school, whom she loved as much as she taught - strongly and with full dedication. Towards my son and mother, whom I loved like no one else in the world. Towards us … giving us her warmth and wisdom, the ability to support in difficult times, cheer up or make me laugh, despite the fact that in recent years she herself most of all wanted to scream from pain and fear.

I have the privilege of writing in memoriam about Grette. And I was confused. Because each of us has our own words for her, our memories, which we wrote for these few days, how she did her magic paintings - collecting sketches into one large and surprisingly bright batik. Gradually drawing imperceptible, but very important details, adding colors where they have faded a little, drawing new lines along the thin silk canvas of the life of Flying Gretta. Surprised that in spite of everything, the thinnest noble fabric did not succumb to the pressure of the hurricane … Surprised by the courage and strength of spirit of this small, graceful and beautiful woman.

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By virtue of my work, I am familiar with a huge number of people. Very different, amazing, unique. But I began to understand this only with the loss of that person who, without any reminders or bells, knew how to value everyone … Without condemnation and reasoning. Accepting us for who we are, loving everyone and appreciating the main thing. Life.

A star named Gretta

The night sky is velvet - for her mourning.

A rainy cry is like a moan for peace.

But you and I are people! Is it right

To celebrate a commemoration in sorrow like that?

Yes, life happens, often presents

That is even, then odd … Is this the point?

Even if it throws a mortal soul

To Mars, Venus or the Milky Way …

How will she live among the star balls?

But if the connection had arisen without interference, I think she would have told us:

- Don't shed tears! After all, I loved laughter …