What life has taught me
Importance is transitory
Sacrifice vacant
Israel is a postscript
Life is but a summer breeze

Life is meaningless
Happiness is to understand this
Not wait for heaven
False prophets and promises
Life is but a summer breeze

Has no memory of pasts
Rapids do not sing
Stillness tells not of love
Life is but a summer breeze

by Oskar Hansen

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One part of us that lives on: our care, our love. My mother is no longer here, but her care and love is living on in my own life in a big way. As a doc, i hope my own loving care will live on in my patients and they will pass it on to the next generations too. That is how i feel about the issue at hand :)