My father is my life
My father is my soul
My father is a part of me
Without him I'm not known
What shall I do without him
Now I sit and wait
Waiting for the day to come
That he will go away
I'll open doors and windows
And set his spirit free
Always knowing
He's standing right by me
And when he goes
I'll shatter to pieces
Knowing that
There is still God and Jesus
I'll drown myself
With tears I cry
Now what will happen
Shall I just die?
But now he is gone
I'm carrying on
I have to be strong
Still holding on
I love you dad
Remember this well
I am carrying on now
Still knowing you well.
Elain Hug-Steiniger
Hans' Last Wish
"I wish that everybody does anything
possible to further develop their
understanding among the different
cultures on earth and therefore
contribute to its truthful existence, whether it be through simple conversation,
art, language or music.”
Hans Hug
1960-2005
"Daddy, this is a picture for you. These are all the colourful butterflies flying high into the sky. The one on top, the scribbley one, is dead. The other ones are helping it fly to heaven."
- Jyselle Hug-Steiniger, May 1, 2005
[3 weeks before his passing]
To everyone at the Waldorf School,
We would like to thank all of you very much for your support and sympathy in the past weeks. We are grateful that the community could come together and help a family in need. Blessings to all of you.
Conny, Viola, Elain and Jyselle
I crumble, I shatter, I cry, I pray,
Wanting to hold you close, so you can't go away.
I'm conceited, I'm selfish, I'm only thinking of myself,
Not even considering what this is
doing to your health.
You love, you care, you live, you fight,
You're just trying to end your life happy and right.
You're giving, you're kind, and you're slowly wasting away,
But you hear my inner wishes,
so one day longer you want to stay.
I say you can let go now, release your spirit free,
You must not keep on suffering, staying here with me.
Even though deep down in my broken heart,
You'd be lively, and healthy, and we could have a brand new start.
This selfishness is coming from my love.
I know you'll be happy when you are above,
Flying through the clouds, and beneath the sea,
Always there, watching over me.
As you lay in bed and die,
I can tell you've lived a joyful life, even though I cry.
I will try my hardest to fulfill your dreams,
So you can die now happily, by all means.
Viola Hug-Steiniger