"There is a crack in everything.. that´s how the light gets in.." Leonard Cohen

Disse ord havde min svoger, Peter valgt, skulle stå på sangfolderen til hans bisættelse. Han døede derhjemme sidste fredag.

I kirken hørte vi denne sang af Cassandra Wilson:

I think about the life I live

a figure made of clay

think about the things I lost

the things I gave away

When I´m in a certain mood

I search the house and look

one night I found these magic words

in a magic book

Throw it away

Throw it away

give your love, live your life

each and every day

and keep your hand wide open

let the sun shine through

´cause you can never loose a thing

if it belongs to you

There´s a hand to rock the cradle

and a hand to help us stand

with a gentle kind of motion

as it moves across the land

and the hand´s unclenched and open

Gifts of life it brings

so keep your hand wide open if you´re needing anything

You can throw it away

You can throw it away

give your love, live your life

each and every day

and keep your hand wide open

let the sun shine through

because you can never loose a thing

if it belongs to you

There´s a natural obligation

to what we own and claim

possesing and belonging to

acknowledging a name

so keep your hand wide open

if you´re needing love today

´cause you can´t loose it

even if you throw it all away

You can throw it away

You can throw it away

live your life, give your love

each and every day

and keep your hand wide open

let the sun come through

´cause you can never loose a thing

if it belongs to you

I forbindelse med et ventet dødsfald er der sorg, forvirring og påmindelse om, at vi alle skal dø: Memento mori.