Jonas Anton Hielm

Farewell to a landscape I have no regrets for spring came again. I do not blame it for fulfilling every year its duties. I understand that my sadness will not stop the verdure. The blade, if it's swinging, it's only in the wind. It's not saddening me, that clumps of alder on the water have a reason to whisper again. I observe that - as if you were still alive - the shore of a certain lake remained as beautiful as it was. I have no bitterness to look just to see the sun-drenched bay. I can imagine some other than us sitting right now on a fallen birch stump. I respect their right to whisper, to laugh and for happy silence. I assume that love binds them and that he embraces her by a living arm. Some young feathers rustling in the reeds. sincerely I wish, that they would hear them. I don't demand any change from the coastal waves, now agile, now lazy and disobeying me. I do not demand anything from the depths of the forest, once an emerald, once sapphire, once black. I can not agree with one thing. Coming back there. The privilege of being present - I gave up. I survived you enough and only enough, to think from a distance.

Pożegnanie widoku / Farewell to a lanscape Nie mam żalu do wiosny, że znowu nastała. Nie obwiniam jej o to, że spełnia jak co roku swoje obowiązki. Rozumiem, że mój smutek nie wstrzyma zieleni. Źdźbło, jeśli się zawaha, to tylko na wietrze. Nie sprawia mi to bólu, że kępy olch nad wodami znowu mają czym szumieć. Przyjmują do wiadomości, że - tak jakbyś żył jeszcze - brzeg pewnego jeziora pozostał piękny jak był. Nie mam urazy do widoku w widok na olśnioną słońcem zatokę. Potrafię sobie nawet wyobrazić, że jacyś nie my siedzą w tej chwili na obalonym pniu brzozy. Szanuję ich prawo do szeptu, śmiechu i szczęśliwego milczenia. Zakładam nawet, że łączy ich miłość i że on obejmuje ją żywym ramieniem. Coś nowego ptasiego szeleści w szuwarach. Szczerze im życzę, żeby usłyszeli. Żadnej zmiany nie żądam od przyrbrzeżnych fal, to zwinnych. to leniwych i nie mnie posłusznych. Niczego nie wymagam od toni pod lasem, raz szmaragdowej, raz szafirowej, raz czarnej. Na jedno się nie godzę. Na swój powrót tam. Przywilej obecności - rezygnuję z niego. Na tyle Cię przeżyłam i tylko na tyle, żeby myśleć z daleka. Wisława Szymborska.

When I was in elementary school, I made a sign for the outhouse at our lake house, Viitalahti, that read welcome to toilet. Despite some grammar mistakes related to definite articles, it was my 10-year-old selfs attempt to make my cousins feel more welcome during the summer vacations despite our language barrier. From a very early age, I got so motivated to learn English to be able to get to know and talk with my cousins. It might sound silly but it truly was the spark that lit my interest for languages. My cousins. And I am glad it did. It allowed me to get to know my aunts two sons. Jonas was a lovely, delightful person to talk to no matter if I was 10, 17 and 27 years old. More than anything, he was easy to talk to. He had a down-to-earth, humorous, and warm presence. A laughter that could light up any room and be heard from down the street. He was also very insightful and smart I feel like talking with him always gave me something new to consider: a topic I had never even heard of or a different point of view on something I thought I had all figured out. I wish we had more time to spend together. That is the challenge with having family overseas. Although coming to terms with him being gone is very difficult, I trust we will meet again. Maybe this time he will have a welcome sign ready for me.

Dette var forferdelig å høre! Jeg har bare gode minner fra å være sammen med deg. Du var alltid i godt humør når jeg var med deg og Henrik. Du er en varm, jordnær og god person. Du forlater denne verden så altfor tidlig!!

Fyfaen så hinsides trist det var å høre dette. For en fin, alltid generøs med din tid og energi Jonas, og vel så det. Du fikk oss alle alltid til å le så trikken eller T banen rista. Dette var utrolig trist, du vil bli savnet av så mange. Hvil ifred fine Jonas🙏🏾

Death is like an abyss separating two shores, but the memories of joyful moments, the memories of every moment are like a bridge that stands over this abyss and connects us with You. You will always be in our hearts and memories. Rest in peace.

Kjære Jonas. Livet føles veldig urettferdig nå. Takk for alle gode samtaler, historier og vitser, din smittende latter, og din evne til å se og bry deg om andre. Jeg beundrer deg for ditt gode humør og positiviteten din. Jeg kommer aldri til å glemme deg. Hvil i fred. Mine tanker går til familie, spesielt Kinga ️

"My Farewell For Now. At last, I finally found the courage to say goodbye for now, and really, to be honest, I really don't know how. From the moment you were born, I fell in love with you. And it warms my heart to know you really loved me too. While we were growing up, we had our ups and downs, but always in the long run, there never were no frowns. You have now become an angel happy in the sky, but the question that keeps repeating is why you had to die. Our souls will always be connected, and we say goodbye for now. But it's always good to know we will meet someday, somehow." I will love you for ever Jonas.