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Grieving Night

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Dad with his pupils at the university

Dad with his pupils at the university

I didn’t want to get out of that room. I wanted to stay by him till the end. I loved him so much! Every second was precious for me. But all the others decided that I was the suitable person to accompany my mother home to have some rest. I kissed him in the forehead, fearing it would be my last and said: wait for me, dad. He had no strength to talk nor open his blue eyes, but he managed to smile. I left the hospital heartbroken. So many remembrances kept in that faint smile, so acute pain in the soul thinking in the approaching farewell. Mom and I went home and she managed to sleep because she was exhausted. At two am I the phone awakened me.

– Come immediately, he is dying.
I got up in a rush and called mom to tell her the we had to go to the hospital. She began to dress up and comb her hair and apply her lipstick, because she wanted to be pretty for my father even in the last instant. I began to get nervous, because we didn’t have time to lose.
– Mom, hurry up, please.
Finally we went out. I drove to the hospital. My mom got out from the car at the door, to arrive as soon as possible, and I continued to find a parking lot. I ran back to the hospital hoping to find my dad alive and having the opportunity to tell him goodby.
He, who almost was executed during WWII, and once thought his body would disappear, and his love, my mom, would never know how much he loved her, was dying at old age, in her bed, surrounded by his wife and children and accompanied by a priest, friend of the family. Far away from his homeland, that’s true, but embraced by love.
When I arrived to the room, he was looking with his blue eyes to my mom, their hands clasped. He had trouble breathing and had an oxygen mask. But it was useless, so the doctor removed it. I asked the priest to pray something, but he was too moved to utter a word.
– Netter pray you something in Croatian, he told me.
I began to repeat the Lord’s prayer and the Hail Mary, my dad’s favourites.
Little by little dad faded looking at mom, his only love of 56 years. When he stopped breathing I stopped praying, the tears overwhelming my voice.  The sadness was tremendous. But my soul was invaded by an overwhelming peace. I kissed again his forehead and told him: thank you dad.

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Not now

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You receive some wonderful, improbable, hoped-for good news. How do you celebrate?

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Lately I have received several bad news. So I’m not in a mood for celebrations. I’m not good pretending. When I’m sad I prefer to be alone in a quiet environment. Pretty difficult these days in my neighbourhood where everybody is getting ready for the fiesta of San Fermin.  Everything around is colourful and joyful in anticipation to the celebration. The shops are already decorated in red and white, and the streets are busy with lots of people buying all they need for the great week of celebrations. Bands of music are playing outside. This afternoon, thousands will run a marathon thru the streets, and will pass close to my home. This morning the city workers were installing barriers and speakers and towing parked cars along the path of the race. So, no hope for a quiet evening to think about what worries me with some peace.

Celebrate Good Times.

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Shadows

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Take the first sentence from your favorite book and make it the first sentence of your post.

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,

Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,

Nine for mortal Men doomed to die,

One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne

In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

And the Shadows lie all around us, but we have no the One Ring nor a brave hobbit to go to the Land of Mordor. There is no Mount of Doom to destroy the magic Ring and with it all the darkness of violence that invades the earth. We only have the shadows: the wars, the exploitation, the fear, the greed that afflict humankind. We have also lights: the peaceful people who live their lives doing good to others and try to build a better society in peace and justice. But the violence is bloody murderous and noisy and generates fear and pain and hatred, and fills the news. And Peace is quiet, discreet and usually doesn’t generates headlines.

One ring to rule them all. One Ring to find them,

One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them

In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

Call Me Ishmael.

 

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Again?

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Congrats! You’re the owner of a new time machine. The catch? It comes in two models, each traveling one way only: the past OR the future. Which do you choose, and why?

Again?

I won’t use the machine. I enjoy living the present moment. Above all if there is an only one way ticket without the possibility to come back from the past or the future. I think I would feel more curious about the future than about the past. We know a lot about the past. There are a lot of studies and researches.

As a woman, I don’t think past times were better in terms of civil rights and liberties for us. I would feel trapped, like in a prison if I would be forced to live in the past. I prefer to continue reading about those years and learning from past mistakes and achievements, instead of experiencing them for myself.

About the future, it would be interesting to know what big progress, if any, the humanity will achieve in science and other fields. But I doubt that humans will learn to live in peace which would be really worth it to enjoy. I would like to. But History tell us that there have always been wars. So, I wouldn’t like to travel to the future without the possibility to came back to my time. Who knows what could I find there? Better bad known than good to know.

I prefer to live my life undisturbed by time travel and try to make my battered world better.

One-Way Street.

 

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Remember and Forgive

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Do you hold grudges or do you believe in forgive and forget?

It’s difficult, if not impossible, to forget the suffering inflicted by people who did bad things to me. This suffering is part of my life. And a part that enriches my life, gives me experience. Also is a key part of my life the effort to forgive them and live in peace. Sometimes is very difficult but always worth it.

I had some experiences in my life, but when they happened I had already learned from my parents, both of them with very difficult lives during WWII and under the communist regime. They were unjustly imprisoned and forcibly separated. Two of my father’s brothers were killed. Those are experiences that a person always remembers.

I already wrote about this several times but my dad taught me how to live when I heard him say that since those years he had lived every day of his life fighting actively against hatred.

He never forgot what happened, but he forgave. If he could do it, how wouldn’t I, in my much more simple life? I decided to live that way also. I’m trying.

I Can’t Stay Mad at You.

 

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Daily Prompt: Don’t You Forget About Me

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Imagine yourself at the end of your life. What sort of legacy will you leave? Describe the lasting effect you want to have on the world, after you’re gone.

A legacy? probably none. I’m an ordinary person with an ordinary life. I’ve never thought on leaving a legacy after me. when I thing on the end of my life I can only imagine being at peace with my conscience, at peace with God and surrounded with my loved ones. I hope they will miss me, as I miss the people I love and already departed. That’s enough for me.

Daily Prompt: Don’t You Forget About Me.

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Open letter

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If you could have a guarantee that one, specific person was reading your blog, who would you want that person to be? Why? What do you want to say to them?

A WordPress editor who would select my wonderful, original and imaginative post and featured it on “Freshly Pressed”. This way my blog will flourish with a lot of new readers and followers and my self-esteem will boost.

Not. Seriously. It was my believing that the whole idea of blogging was “publishing.” That means a lot of potential readers. If I had one single person I love in mind, I would write him or her a personal letter, not thru a blog post that everybody can read.

That leaves us an unknown or not specially loved addressee. Maybe would be a good chance to publish an open letter to some world leader and blog reader. Are there any?

I would write a post reminding my addressee that the world is full of human beings with feelings and needs, not just numbers or money. Human beings who need freedom, dignity, peace, justice, food, jobs… Thinking only in terms of power, force, weapons, money and greed leads to injustices and wars.

But my open letter would be useless. They all know about that. But power structures are corrupted or damaged and from these peaks they don’t see life as we see it. They have other perspective and other interests. As they say in Spain, There is no worse blind than the one who doesn’t want to see. Nevertheless I’ll ask them to stop for a minute and take a look at the harsh reality thinking in terms of human beings.

Not very original and imaginative, but it is what the prompt inspired me.

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Merry Christmas

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Merry Christmas to all of my readers. I pray this days with great intensity for the gift of peace. Peace in our lives. Peace for this troubled world. May God help us and bless us. Sincerely.

Olga Brajnović

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Planet Earth in peace

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You get to design your own planet: tell us all about your planet — the weather, the seasons, the inhabitants. Go.

I love planet Earth. I don’t need to “design” a new one. I don’t like to play god. I think when people play god the results are always wrong for the Humanity or the Nature. There are so many wonders in this world to discover and enjoy! The problem is in us, humans. We destroy nature with our wrong manipulation, we destroy each other with hate, greed, injustice and wars. I think we need to take better care of what we have. That’s all. So my planet would be my beloved Earth populated by men and women from different races and cultures, all kind of animals and plants. And all living in peace and justice. This way I would have a lot of loved ones and friends, humans like me to talk with them share life moments with them and learn from them. And I would have a lot of opportunities to enjoy nature, to spend time just contemplating it and be happy with all that God gave us.

Daily Prompt: Interplanet Janet.
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Fifteen Minutes

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You have 15 minutes to address the whole world live (on television or radio — choose your format). What would you say?

I have a stage panic. So I would probably make a TV program with footage of everything but me.

The first image would be a map of the wars and conflicts of the world. I would enumerate each one of them (the ones making breaking news and the ones forgotten) and explain how long is lasting and the death toll. Then show images of the surviving victims and people trying to help them. Then I would show images of the boats of immigrants trying to reach Europe or Australia, explain the problem of the refugees flying from war zones or poverty, the asylum seekers, the modern slavery and again show images of people trying to help them. I would quote Pope Francis when he said addressing to the FAO:

“A way has to be found to enable everyone to benefit from the fruits of the earth, and not simply to close the gap between the affluent and those who must be satisfied with the crumbs falling from the table, but above all to satisfy the demands of justice, fairness and respect for every human being.”

Then I would show images of the “World Powers” maybe represented by Presidents or Prime Ministers gathering in some G-8 Summit, a footage of the UN Security Council, the NATO Headquarters…, and explain why there are no agreements in key issues. They are too busy keeping or increasing their own geopolitical and economic power.

I would like to say that peace is possible if there is a will for it and for restoring justice. Because peace cannot last without justice. The recently deceased Nelson Mandela wrote:

“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”

He is right. But is also true that is too easy to spread hate. Wars spread hate for generations but they cannot last forever. People have to learn to make peace. They did it before many times. The world need more peace makers and less World Powers’ rivalries.

Daily Prompt: Fifteen Minutes.
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