Gestern abend starb ein Arbeitskollege meines Vaters. Ich glaube wenn es jemanden gab, den ich als besten Freund meines Vaters bezeichnet hätte, dann wäre er es gewesen.
Ein Jahr vor seiner Pensionierung stirbt er einfach.
Es kam mehr oder weniger unerwartet.

Ich denke, man rechnet mit dem Tod nie so richtig.

Es ist schon heftig für meine Eltern. Sie taten mir sehr leid.

The little girl she said to me
What are these things that I can see
Each night when I come home from school
When mama calls me in for tea
On every night a baby dies
And every night a mama cries
What makes those men do what they do
To make that person black and blue

Grandpa says they're happy now
They sit with God in paradies
With angels wings and still somehow
It makes me feel
Like ice

Tell me there's a heaven
Tell that it's true
Tell me that there's a reason
Why I'm seeing what I do
Tell me there's a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me that they're happy now
Papa tell me that it's so

So do I tell her that it's true
That there's a place for me and you
Where hungry children smile and say
We wouldn't have no other way
That every painful crack of bone
Is a step along the way
That every wrong done is a game plan
To that great and joyful day
And I'm looking at the father and the son
And I'm looking at the mother and the daughter
And I'm watching them in tears in pain
And I'm watching them suffer
Don't tell that little girl
Tell me

Tell me there's a heaven
Tell that it's true
Tell me that there's a reason
Why I'm seeing what I do
Tell me there's a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me that they're happy now
Papa tell me that it's so