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Kære Laila.. En smuk stjerne på himlen er nu tændt.... <3 Ord kan ikke beskrive hvilket menneske du var på jorden.... Vi har valgt, ikke at sende blomster til din bisættelse, men giver et bidrag til kræftens bekæmpelse.. Som vi også ved var dit ønske.. Vi takker dig for din altid positive måde at være på, - vi er taknemmelige for, at vi var en del af dit liv. Du var en kvinde, som viste hvordan man tackler svære situationer og hvordan man tager kampen op.. Sjældent, at se og opleve en kvinde som dig.. En lille sangtekst til dig; Du, som har tændt millioner af stjerner, tænd i vort mørke en tindrende tro. Du er vort lys, og du vogter og værner os, så vi sover i tryghed og ro. Tak for hver glæde, der fyldte vort hjerte, hver gang du gjorde vort liv til en fest. Hjælp os at bære hver byrde, hver smerte, du ved alene, hvad tjener os bedst. Ønsker dig en god rejse.. Vi ses... Mange tanker fra Heidi & Morten Marlene & Jimmy
For du var en ener! Tak for den tid vi havde sammen. Well they built the Titanic to be one of a kind, but many ships have ruled the seas They built the Eiffel Tower to stand alone, but they could build another if they please Taj Mahal, the pyramids of Egypt, are unique I suppose But when they built you, brother, they broke the mold Now the world is filled with many wonders under the passing sun And sometimes something comes along and you know it's for sure the only one The Mona Lisa, the David, the Sistine Chapel, Jesus, Mary, and Joe And when they built you, brother, they broke the mold When they built you, brother, they turned dust into gold When they built you, brother, they broke the mold They say you can't take it with you, but I think that they're wrong 'Cause all I know is I woke up this morning, and something big was gone Gone into that dark ether where you're still young and hard and cold Just like when they built you, brother, they broke the mold Now your death is upon us and we'll return your ashes to the earth And I know you'll take comfort in knowing you've been roundly blessed and cursed But love is a power greater than death, just like the songs and stories told And when she built you, brother, she broke the mold That attitude's a power stronger than death, alive and burning her stone cold When they built you, brother
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