All I Ask of You by Gregory Norbert

All I Ask of You by Gregory Norbert

Gregory Norbert was a Benedictine Monk for 21 years. He wrote the hymn "All I Ask of You".

I can listen to the same song over and over and over and depending on my mood or who I am thinking about, it can mean something different each time. The lyrics to this song are as follows:

"Chorus:

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.

As we make our way through all the joys and pain,
can we sense our younger, truer selves?

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.

Someone will be calling you to be there for a while.
Can you hear the cry from deep within?

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.

Laughter, joy and presence: the only gifts you are.
Have you time? I’d like to be with you.

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.

Persons come into the fiber of our lives,
and then their shadow fades and disappears.

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you."

Enjoyed the lyrics. Brought to mind what the funeral director ended the service with. This was a funeral service for my brother-in-law, my husband's only sibling. My brother-in-law had many many health problems and was confined to a wheel chair, so his passing was not totally unexpected. Anyway, the funeral director ended the service at the cemetary by saying, give each other the time, because that is the greatest gift you can give. Beautiful, don't you think.

Kindness and giving each other time.

Several years ago Richard who was my friend, former classmate and former co-worker passed away from Hodgkins Lymphoma. He fought the disease for a few years right to the bitter end. He did not stop working until three days before he passed away. I watched him go from being heavy to skin and bones. He was so loved and respected by his coworkers. His staff demanded he have a portrait done before he was too ill. It was finished just in time. The portrait hangs in one of our court rooms. Every time I see it I remember his last words to me on the last day he worked. He was on his way to his office and I made one of my usual attention getting comments. He turned around and said, "I love you". I can see his face. We played some awful pranks on each other. Oh my were we bad.