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Twelve years ago today my father gave up his battle with cancer.  It had been a long and difficult journey and whilst we had all accepted the inevitable, my father refused to let go so close to my birthday.

I last saw him on the 10th May 2000.  I was on my way to Christchurch and spent a couple of hours at his bedside before heading to the airport.  He had lost the ability to speak, but was lucid and desperately wanting to communicate with me.  So I sat holding his hand and our eyes locked.  Words weren't necessary.  I could see his torment and I knew what I had to do.  With tears streaming down my face I softly whispered: "Elengedlek...mehetsz nyugalomba..." [I release you...you may go in peace].  He passed away in the early hours of the following morning - six days after my birthay.

 

Every New Year's Day my father would play this song and ask us to quietly reflect upon loved ones we were distanced from geographically and those that had passed over. 

The first verse translates loosely as:

For all those whom we have not seen in a long time,

Those celebrating with us from heaven,

Who's spirit we treasure,

For each of them, a candle shall burn.

 

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