Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W. H. Auden

This pain will never go away. Our most beloved angel, we will all love you forever!
Sanja, in our heart we will keep you safe.
Time brings no releif, as another day fades, since the days are darked without you to bighten them with your smile!
We grew up together, you filled my childhood with laughter and never ending games... and in the dead of the night you left our world without a word of goodbye. By those white roses on you grave I now and forever swear, I will always see your name in every white rose!
Rest in peace Sanja. Heaven has you now and it is richer for it.