In a beautiful sprouting and sprightly sunny spring day as I tried to recover and wake up from a dreadful melancholy I mused for a while. And having mused for a while, Jesus, I murmured and said to myself: Is Dalip Greca, the writer, the husband, the father, the grandpa, and the best friend of many unexpectedly conquered and left everything and everyone dear behind?
Death be not proud that shrouded in dark and dreary darkness you ambushed Dalip, interrupted his life, and took him with you and:
Left his proficient pen shy, the ink bottle dry, and the untold stories and memories for help cry. Didn’t he vow not so long ago to quit work, retire, and finally do what he liked most, enjoy and take care of his family and write the untold and unknown stories? Didn’t he vow that he will still help Vatra and Dielli? His dear baby, Dielli, will be dim and discontent.
Left Xhemilja without her dear lifetime husband and companion. Didn’t he vow to her that he was going to settle into his new house and take care of her, make her coffee and prepare her meals, and help her with her garden every day?
Left Alma, Elisabeta, and Dorian without their dear father. Didn’t he vow to them that he will be with them every step of their life, see them grow and prosper, partake and enjoy their life events.
Left Kristina, Latif, and Edi without their dear father-in-law. Didn’t he vow to them to that he was not their father-in-law but their real father in every step of their life, help them in any way he could, and even as soon as he will settle into his new house he was going to put out a big BBQ in the backyard soon. Didn’t he vow to Latif and Alma that he will take care of the property and with his daily touch-ups make it look pretty every day.
Left all the grandkids, Ani and Danny, Kelvin and Nick, Blake and Jaxon, without their dear grandpa. Didn’t he vow to them that he will buy them gifts for their birthdays, buy them candies and goodies, enjoy and watch them grow and prosper in every step of their life? Death be not proud that no one will be able to explain your dreadful nature of undoing their grandpa’s life, that it will be hard for them to comprehend why you took their grandpa away.
Death be not proud that shrouded in dreary darkness, unseen, uninvited, and unwanted, yet part of the ephemeral cycle of life, dreaded by everyone and, unavoidable by none, you stopped, and unheard by no one sneaked into his house, interrupted his dreams, woke him up from his sleep, took him away with you in your unexplainable, yet unavoidable, eternal journey to a supposedly better bed and sleep.
Oh yes scary isn’t to think of it, but, my brother was not scared of your dreary deed. Dear Dalip did not just give up without putting up a fight with you on the way to the unwanted unknown known. And on the way to the unwanted, yet unavoidable journey that humans are destined to take at some point in their life, just in his promised prime time, you took away my dear brother and friend of my family for over twenty years or so. Didn’t he vow to me that he considered my family part of his family, and even more in every event he made sure he had reserved the biggest table and set aside space for Mjafturie, Kleant, Kelvin, Sonila and I in the same table and shared his stories, food, drinks, and gifts with my family just like he did with his family?
Death be not proud. True you seem mighty and dreadful, or men of affairs may think of you so. You took unexpectedly Dalip to his everlasting abode. But death be not proud that you took him away. Dalip beats you badly, dreadful death, in every step of the way as he left a beautiful and successful family behind, left many grandkids who are proud his name and legacy, left many friends, and even his new neighbors, who will remember him and share their stories with each-other, as our unbearable lightness of being slowly and transiently flows by in time and space.
You will be dearly missed, all the time remembered, yet never forgotten, Dear Dalip!
Rest in Peace my Dear Brother!