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Dheeraj Kumar
Will always be missed... will live on through Opus and the whole crew.
Will always be missed... will live on through Opus and the whole crew.
payel
i am just a frequent listener of myOpus radio.the 1st time i heard it , i felt really nice thinking someone from India has come up with such a nice concept. the radio is truly awesome, i have found so many rare but nice singers through it. but when i read the story of Gina i felt really bad.she was an wonderful lady her enthusiasm will always inspire us. i will definitely let people know about the radio and this website too.
i am just a frequent listener of myOpus radio.the 1st time i heard it , i felt really nice thinking someone from India has come up with such a nice concept. the radio is truly awesome, i have found so many rare but nice singers through it. but when i read the story of Gina i felt really bad.she was an wonderful lady her enthusiasm will always inspire us. i will definitely let people know about the radio and this website too.
Stanley Pinto
It was two years ago, yesterday, that we lost Gina. Nothing changed. Not the pain, not the sense of immeasurable loss, nothing. I stand by every word of my Eulogy at her funeral. "I stand here in the house of God, before his sanctified altar, and a thousand questions course through my mind. One of them I want to shout out loud: What is this thing called Life? What is it about? What is the point of the miracle of granting it, when what may one day follow that miracle is this awful, heart-rending, catastrophic snatching away of it? Thy Will be done, we say. Thy Will be done. Of course, it will be done, because you are all-powerful. Omnipotent. But are you not also all-knowing . . . omniscient? Did you not know that in this world of burgeoning mediocrity, where millions walk through leaving barely a trace of having ever been here, the life of one who made it so worthwhile for so many of us had to be protected at all costs? Could you not see that a world without her is a world so impoverished, so shorn of the fine lustre she brought to everything she did, that it couldn't possibly be the world you had in mind on that long ago creation day? What in heaven’s name were you thinking when you took your all-seeing eye off this wonderful child, at that one inexplicable moment of silly playfulness? Why could your palm, in which you held her so safely during her short and beautiful life, not protect her when she walked out over its edge? So many questions. But there are no easy answers. Perhaps there will never be. What there is, is a hole in a skylight through which our Gina . . . flew away. Sweet bird of a youth that she rekindled and revived in me every time she walked her radiant smile into a room. Dear Gina. We’ll miss you . . . how we will miss you."
Stanley Pinto
It was two years ago, yesterday, that we lost Gina. Nothing's changed. Not the pain,l not the sense of immeasurable loss, nothing. I stand by every word of my eulogy at her funeral. "I stand here in the house of God, before his sanctified altar, and a thousand questions course through my mind. One of them I want to shout out loud: What is this thing called Life? What is it about? What is the point of the miracle of granting it, when what may one day follow that miracle is this awful, heart-rending, catastrophic snatching away of it? "Thy Will be done, we say. Thy Will be done. Of course, it will be done, because you are all-powerful. Omnipotent. But are you not also all-knowing . . . omniscient? "Did you not know that in this world of burgeoning mediocrity, where millions walk through leaving barely a trace of having ever been here, the life of one who made it so worthwhile for so many of us had to be protected at all costs? "Could you not see that a world without her is a world so impoverished, so shorn of the fine lustre she brought to everything she did, that it couldn't possibly be the world you had in mind on that long ago creation day? "What in heaven’s name were you thinking when you took your all-seeing eye off this wonderful child, at that one inexplicable moment of silly playfulness? "Why could your palm, in which you held her so safely during her short and beautiful life, not protect her when she walked out over its edge? "So many questions. But there are no easy answers. Perhaps there will never be. "What there is, is a hole in a skylight through which our Gina . . . flew away. Sweet bird of a youth that she rekindled and revived in me every time she walked her radiant smile into a room. "Dear Gina. We’ll miss you . . . how we will miss you."
It was two years ago, yesterday, that we lost Gina. Nothing's changed. Not the pain,l not the sense of immeasurable loss, nothing. I stand by every word of my eulogy at her funeral. "I stand here in the house of God, before his sanctified altar, and a thousand questions course through my mind. One of them I want to shout out loud: What is this thing called Life? What is it about? What is the point of the miracle of granting it, when what may one day follow that miracle is this awful, heart-rending, catastrophic snatching away of it? "Thy Will be done, we say. Thy Will be done. Of course, it will be done, because you are all-powerful. Omnipotent. But are you not also all-knowing . . . omniscient? "Did you not know that in this world of burgeoning mediocrity, where millions walk through leaving barely a trace of having ever been here, the life of one who made it so worthwhile for so many of us had to be protected at all costs? "Could you not see that a world without her is a world so impoverished, so shorn of the fine lustre she brought to everything she did, that it couldn't possibly be the world you had in mind on that long ago creation day? "What in heaven’s name were you thinking when you took your all-seeing eye off this wonderful child, at that one inexplicable moment of silly playfulness? "Why could your palm, in which you held her so safely during her short and beautiful life, not protect her when she walked out over its edge? "So many questions. But there are no easy answers. Perhaps there will never be. "What there is, is a hole in a skylight through which our Gina . . . flew away. Sweet bird of a youth that she rekindled and revived in me every time she walked her radiant smile into a room. "Dear Gina. We’ll miss you . . . how we will miss you."
pec
First time I can remember not getting a card or email for my birthday from you.
First time I can remember not getting a card or email for my birthday from you.
cb
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below, with tiny lights like heaven's stars reflecting on the snow. The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear, but the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here. I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring, for it is beyond description to hear the angels sing. I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart, for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. I can't tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this place. Can you just imagine Christmas with our Savior face to face? I'll ask Him to lift your spirit as I tell Him of your love, so then pray for one another as you lift your eyes above. Please let your hearts be joyful and let your spirit sing, for I am spending Christmas in heaven and I'm walking with the King. love you baby!
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below, with tiny lights like heaven's stars reflecting on the snow. The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear, but the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here. I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring, for it is beyond description to hear the angels sing. I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart, for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. I can't tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this place. Can you just imagine Christmas with our Savior face to face? I'll ask Him to lift your spirit as I tell Him of your love, so then pray for one another as you lift your eyes above. Please let your hearts be joyful and let your spirit sing, for I am spending Christmas in heaven and I'm walking with the King. love you baby!
pec
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Sudha Pillai
Beautiful tribute. Gina -a true dragonfly. "Don't worry, I will take care of everything. You just enjoy," was what she said to me when I had my 35th b'day party at Opus. I did just that. And she made it a memorable evening for me. I will always remember her as a warm, smiling, genuine person. She came and did what she had to do and has moved on -in the process touching lives in a beautiful way. God Bless You Carlton.
Beautiful tribute. Gina -a true dragonfly. "Don't worry, I will take care of everything. You just enjoy," was what she said to me when I had my 35th b'day party at Opus. I did just that. And she made it a memorable evening for me. I will always remember her as a warm, smiling, genuine person. She came and did what she had to do and has moved on -in the process touching lives in a beautiful way. God Bless You Carlton.
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