Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Vale Bozka a Cousin like no Other


The darker the night, the brighter the stars,
The deeper the grief, the closer is God!


By Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Crime and Punishment




Grief is the price we pay for love! We know you’d be with us today if heaven wasn’t so far away....




Our cousin Bozka  will be sadly missed by and fondly remembered by me, Eva, Gitka, Lidka and the entire family.


Bozka, like her Mamka Ilona, will be remembered for the sweet twinkle in the eye and her winsome smile ... and wise words




Just living is not enough…
one must have sunshine, freedom, and a amazing characters like Bozka in their lives



As Irving Berlin once observed "The song is ended, but the melody lingers on… "





Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said.
A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made.
Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die,
and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. It doesn’t matter what you do,
he said, so as long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into
something that’s like you after you take your hands away.”


There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8