Sunday, March 22, 2009
Faz agora três dias, santo pai
que tu partiste;
três dias para ti -
três anos para nôs.
Olha por nôs
como nôs olharemes por ti
pelo os ultimos tempos
Que a Vontade de Deus
NOTA BENE: The fact that the video "Heaven" has been taken away by a copyright dispute on YouTube's service does not constitute a sign whatsoever that the soul of the man honored here is not in Heaven presently - no matter what you unbelievers out there would like to infer with it...
There are more songs available below on this page.
Ce fût en ce jour
du 22 Mars,
il y a trois ans,
jour pour jour,
que je le vis partir...
Je m'en souviendrais toujours
que je le reverrais un jour.
Un jour prochain.
on the defunct web service called GeoCities.
Photos no longer seen here were hosted by GeoCities as well.
GeoCities was a service provided by Yahoo, a provider often rumored to be on the verge of being acquired (swallowed whole) by Microsoft.
It is now best viewed here, probably due to all this, on an Explorer browser.
My apologies to all Mozilla Firefox, Google Chrome and other browsers users - but it's true.
It is not the HTML that is the culprit: it is your browser that makes it look so.
And you can do as I do: thank monopolistic Microsoft for that.
|A Luminous Tribute
In Honor of a Saintly Man:
|Joao Jacinto Borges Pimentel - Santo marido e santo pai - que Deus te deia todas as honras que so tu mereces|
|A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on.
- John F. Kennedy (1917-1963)
Joao Jacinto Borges Pimentel
Um homem que amou Deus e amou os seus - e que foi vitima de gente mau na sua vida terestra. Agora estaje nos Céus, Joao Jacinto Borges Pimentel - com tia Estrela, a tua mae Clara, o teu primo e afilhado Domingos, a tua prima Lionilde, os tios Manuels, a mae da tua sogra Maria Augusta, a tia Constantina e a tua santa avo - alminhas santas, todas, sem excepçao; que Deus permeta que voz todos olhares por nòs que ficamos aqui na Terra - até o fim dos tempos.
A tua mancidao fui exemplar - tu estas com Deus, pai - eu lhe sei muito bem
Quer ser como ti - e nao consigo.
- Luciano Pimentel
(Mancidão - c'est pas mon fort, des fois...
OBITUARY: On this, the year of our Lord 2006, on the 28th of March,
Joao (Jean/John) Pimentel has passed on. He leaves grieving him his wife, Maria Adelina, his son Luciano, numerous relatives and precious few true friends.
Jean Pimentel n'est plus. Il nous a quitté le 28 Mars de l'an 2006. Il laisse dans le deuil son épouse, son fils, un frère et une soeur de même que de nombreux neveux, nièces, cousins - ainsi que de précieux amis qui se fîrent rares, eux aussi...
No ano 2006, faleceu Joao Jacinto Borges Pimentel, que deixou de luto a sua esposa, o seu filho unicò, varios familiares e caros amigos escolhidos com o dedo da mao direita...
Patience is the companion of wisdom.
- Saint Augustine
Genius is eternal patience.
- -- Michelangelo
Suivra ici un extrait des paroles que j'ai prononcé le jour des funérailles - ce fût totalement improvisé comme eulogie. Je dirais plutôt - inspiré par une sainte âme... Desolé du manque occasionel de ponctuation en Francais sur ce site - GeoCities ne semble pas aimer le Francais parfois... Ni le Portugais d'ailleurs.
""Je n'ai jamais connu d'homme plus honnête... intègre... patient... devoué à sa famille...
que Joao Pimentel... mon père.
Ce monde était meilleur - et enrichi - avec sa présence.
Ceux qui enrichissent ce monde nous quitte plus vite.
Ceux qui souillent ce monde durent plus longtemps.
Mon pere n'était pas "quelqu'un"... il ne ft pas un politicien... il ne fut pas un homme d'État... il n'était pas un grand Orateur... ni un magnat quelconque... mais on gagnait à le connaitre.
C'etait un saint homme.
Et le perdre est notre perte à nous tous... et le gain du Paradis, qui a d'ores et dejà un saint de plus.
Que Dieu Te Bénisse, Papa""
Il avait 36 ans quand je suis né
J'avais 36 ans quand il a été délivré
Je l'ai vu partir deux fois
Il m'a donné la vie deux fois
Peut être que je suis trop sévère envers les autres
Maybe I am being too harsh on the rest of them
Mas a verdade é esta mesmo
Joao Jacinto Pimentel Borges -como ele assinava, ponde a sua santa mae asima do seu pai- é mesmo O MELHOR DE TODOS OS PIMENTELS
Melhor que qualquer um tambem
Melhor de que os SOUSAS
A gazillion times better than "os FANAZES"...
Il a le Ciel Garanti
He is certifiably in Heaven with God -
while the rest of them are all question marks AT BEST...
And in the Grand Scheme of Things, he is greater than the most accomplished one among the living
For he, at least, did not achieve what he did achieve on the back of anyone else
nor by hurting anyone else...
(prickled from all eras really):
"Eu gosto dos meus outros primos tambem; do meu primo Jose, do meu primo Gilberto... mas o Joao é o melhor de eles todos - o mais bom de eles todos. Docil... paciento... fino... que bom marido ele vai ser."
- Lionilde Pimentel, mae da Saozinha
"Joao Pimentel tinha tanta finura e mancidao; e o seu filho e todo igual a ele."
- Ines Rebelo
"Um homem com tanto bom coracao... que nunca fez mal a nimguem mesmo... com mais mancidao de que eu mesma... um santo... que Deus te deia tudo de volta, querido Joao."
- Maria Adelina Caldeira Pimentel,
sua esposa e minha mae
"Tio Joao - nos sempre tivemos tantas saudades"
- Rita Maria Pimentel Miranda
"Ele estava se treminando (...) Ele é o meu irmao - o meu sangue."
- Gilberto Pimentel
"Mon cher cousin - que Dieu te bénisse!"
- Sao Medina des Productions Sao
"Nao hà ninguem nesta familia que se compara a ele - ninguem de vivo e poucos dos mortes! Joao Jacinto Borges Pimentel era e *É* o melhor dos Pimentels mesmo - sem duvida nemhuma! Ele nunca criticava de ninguem - nunca disse mentira de ninguem - nunca chatiava ninguem! Nunca rebaixou ninguem tambem... So disse a verdade! Na cara mesmo - de chapa! Como eu fasso-lhe tambem; eu, o seu unico filho, Luciano Pimentel. E as verdades que ele disse - eu vou repetir. E vou dizer *mais* por sima! É so esperar e vai ver o que vai acontecer, caras amigas e amigos! Inimigas e inimigos! Para Tudo e para todos - A Luz Vai Ser Feita! Por nòs todos..."
- Luciano Pimentel
"We all prayed for him - what was meant to be happened - I am sorry - he is with God now - your dad is still with you in your head and heart and always will be if you believe"
- Sharon Lowe
"First I will say, that you have honoured your father in the best possible way I can imagine and I am sure he is feeling very happy. I have followed and felt your emotions and pain and, even if no person can really feel another person's emotions as we are individuals, I believe, that I have been able to feel at least some of your pain today. Your father has been and is a very beautiful person as well as God's spiritual idea and with this closeness you two have had, I understand how much you miss him now. His beauty, the beauty from God, is living on in him now as well as before and before he was born here, as I believe, that this life we have now - no matter how real it seems - is a mere illusion from which we return the day we choose or are called by God for another purpose. By growing spiritually, by trusting only God, the missing of loved ones lessens. Of course I sometimes miss my father and am overwhelmed by it, but Everything is possible for those who believe - not only if you are spiritual at a high level - no - it is possible IF YOU BELIEVE - no conditions attached. And if you open your mind to that these things are not impossible, they will happen the way that God knows is the best for you and the best way for you to grow spiritually. God wants you - and me - and everyone to be happy. And it is possible for those who believe. Do good and you have divine authority to demand harmony - through divine authority. My mother died in 1986 and I also shut down missing her, partly because I was not able to deal with it - the loss was to me a complete nightmare. I wrote a mini-poem about it saying:
The only good thing
about your passing on is,
I will never again
of losing you.
My father died in 1993 and it has taken me at least 10 years not to cry for him if not daily then weekly, and still I do it and I miss him too often for sharing thoughts. It is not something I do by dwelling in the sorrow, no, as it all comes by an association and it explodes like a waterfall and then I either deal with what I am missing and the thoughts or try just to move on with my things. I always have carried God with me from childhood. What I am saying here is what I have learned from all these years of holding on to life and God and finally finding the shore - and through hard lessons and confronting many fears, I now have started a more steady spiritual journey. So you have to start loving yourself as God loves you, see yourself as perfect as He sees you, forgive yourself for whatever mistakes you have made, expect good for yourself in spiritual growth and, not the least, expect all your dreams to be fulfilled asking God for guidance in all in your life. You shine as well as your father - only you forgot to take off your dark glasses and look in the mirror!"
- Annette Bruun, artist and author
"Senhor Joao era muito boa pessoa mesmo. Ele e o seu afilhado, Domingos, irmao do meu marido, eram os dois muito boms iguais. As suas alminhas estao num bom lugar, com toda a certesa."
- Lurdes de Photo Galicia
- Rosa Maria McMaster Conrod De Sousa
"C'est triste notre fin..."
- Manuel Pimentel, on the day of the funeral in 2006. Something to which I reply to here and now with "Non, Manuel, ce n'est pas la fin - mais le COMMENCEMENT. Garde la tristesse pour toi-même."
I couldn't reply on the day itself because I was standing there, as they lowered the coffin into the ground... Couldn't be as sharp at the time; having too much on my mind...
Ye of little faith, Manuel...
"Je me rappelle très bien le souvenir de votre père même si je ne l'ai vu qu'une seule fois. Par suite de sa maladie, il semblait très innocent, et les innocents sont bien reçus par le Christ au ciel. Le Royaume des cieux est à eux. Nous devons être comme lui, si nous voulons un jour le rejoindre la-bas.
Salutations à votre mère, et Courage."
- Armand Gargoura
|Above: The Rebellious Allure of 1953 - The Saintly Man of 2006|
|Another Important Obituary||As This One Is ~ For Me ~
And For Those In The Know
|1959: He arrived in Canada.
He was 25 years old.
Native of Rosario, Lagoa, on the island of Sao Miguel - one of nine islands that comprise the Acores in the Atlantic Ocean
He had worked, as his two brothers and lone sister, on the family's holdings - orchard farm, a vineyard and agricultural land - all of which the Pimentels owned and were envied for.
Once he came to Canada, he would work for OTHERS... That, in itself, was a travesty.
He made, for better but mostly for worse, another island his home for what was to be the rest of his life...
The island that was briefly known as "L'Ile Jesus" - but it proved not to be worthy of such a name I suppose and was palindromically renamed "Laval" just about when... I was born, actually.
Me, Luciano... Joao Pimentel's only son
Mon père n'aura eu qu'un seul fils - et je fus ainsi l'élu pour prendre soin de lui - parler pour lui - defendre ses acquis et avoirs - ainsi je suis le candidat tout choisi aussi pour garder son souvenir vivant en cette Terre - le souvenir d'un homme pieu et bon - qui méritait des jours bien plus longs en ce monde - ainsi que plus de joie, de bonheur et de chance dans cette vie qui fut écourtée au début de 2006 - alors qu'il venait de faire ses 72 ans.
Toute sa vie durant, mon père fût charitable, sans être plus heureux ou plus apprécié pour autant; il donna sa voiture usagée -au jeune du quartier qui conduisit ainsi son premier véhicule, gratis- plutôt que de la vendre...
Il prêtait de l'argent à tous ceux qui lui en faisaient la demande - son frère José, pourtant plus vieux mais fort moins assagi... son beau-frère et "compadre"... ses co-locataires, alors qu'il était nouveau venu au Quebec et n'avait que 25 ans... Il était leur BANQUIER, pardieu! Devrais-je collecter aujourd'hui les prêts non-remboursés, papa? Dis-le moi...
Il supporta financièrement sa belle-mere, l'oncle de son épouse, poussa le mécènât jusqu'à supporter même sa belle-soeur veuve depuis 1996 et un jeune né dans un pays sous-developpé, via le Christian Children's Fund of Canada
Et il fût mon support constant aussi - comme je fus le sien, en d'autres conditions (logistiques entre autres), durant les 13 dernières annees de sa vie sur Terre.
Je suis heureux, qu'au moins, il n'ait pas souffert excessivement durant ces treize ans. Il avait une attitude de saint - vraiment. Il accepta tout ce que la vie lui amena -absolument tout- et ne se plaignait au grand jamais. Un Saint, je vous le dis.
Thirty odd years ago, he was pacing the halls of that hospital...
As I came into this world.
He had lit a candle to the Holy Virgin.
So that both his wife and child would survive.
I was pacing the halls of that same hospital
In March of 2006... DEMANDING that they keep him alive.
In this cold cruel world
-and despite that fact- when death comes, we do not want to give in.
In our case, especially not in that same hospital
where they have kept a 95 year-old woman alive, on a respirator,
in a neuro-vegetative coma, for MONTHS...
and me, I had to fight with the medical staff
to get my father the same thing for barely a week!
Dr. Bellemarre is a name I will never forget, that is for sure...
Pre-destined name that you have there, dispenser of death.
In a hospital rife with pre-destined names...
They have a Dr. Lacharité...
a Dr. Labrecque... a Dr. Ferron, a Dr. Moussette and a Dr. Marsolais
Some do a terrible job.
Others are just adequate - for small tasks.
They profess to lead the way in all the major areas of their profession
and, thus, they believe to be meritorious of the new E.R. in the fall of 2007
but when it comes to actually saving lives
they are found to have not enough of a budget all of a sudden
To refurbish an old hospital, they could find millions
to save the earthly life of one precious kind soul they could not find reasons to pursue that goal.
They invoked "l'acharnement thérapeutique" and even "la profanation de cadavre"...
They invoked the hopelessness of any possible recuperation...
They even invoked the possibility of another, more "salvageable case" coming in
into intensive care...
All to do the opposite - and not save but snuff out that life that was dear TO ME.
Hence, we had to clear the spot.
Because we had no hope.
We were stripped of it early.
By the good hypocrites
who swore Hippocrates' Oath.
God Will Give You The Adequate Payment For This
nurses and quacks
who contributed to the hasty departure of a good man.
And I bless his name
Joao Jacinto Borges Pimentel
O Meu Santo Pai
whom I will see again
on Judgment Day.
The first video to be found at the onset of the bottom half of this Honor Page is an allegorical presentation of what leaving this world is like. The performing artists are collectively known as Sigur Ros. The little blond drummer boy in the video, who is leading the "revolution", reminds me a lot of my dear saintly dad - who was blond when he was very young... The children in the video all go to sleep mid-way through the clip and then their souls continue the pilgrimage they were on - and their souls take off. My father went to sleep on March 22nd, 2006 - an afternoon nap that he would never wake up from. And his spirit soared.
And he is in the Light.
|TLB Prime Homage|
|My Father Was A Miracle||And Is One Now||The last thirteen years of his life were spent for the most part on his bed - and so he would have had the point of view that the first video, at the top of this page, has. The music is one of his favorite pieces too, as are the other ones selected. Listening to these would always bring an outburst of emotion in him - he would appear both tearful and serene; blissful and closer to heaven, all at once. It is where he is now - closer to God. And serene. And blissful ~ at last. No further tears shall be shed - not even of joy I think. No tears need be - in Oneness with the Lord.
Pray for us down here, dad
More than any other song, Sigur Ros' Glosoli helped my family
get through this grieving period of our lives -
and renew our hope for the afterlife.
Le fado - un style de musique qu'affectionna mon pere toute sa vie. Celui-ci est l'un des meilleurs de tous les temps - chante par Mariza, diva de Lisbonne.
O fado do meu santo pai - vai ser o Cavaleiro Monge. Ele é o Cavaleiro que està Longe - e pertinho ao mesmo tempo - com perfeita ubiquidade.
I had to have something here from my namesake
- who passed away virtually at the same time as my father.
San Jacinto - Live - Para O Santo Joao Jacinto
This song lends itself so very well to the hope of seeing your loved ones again, in the hereafter:
we will walk on the land,
we will breathe of the air,
we will will drink from the stream,
we will live (again) HOLD THE LINE!
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The Doctor Is Out
- Dad was in his prime in those days...
- Martin Luther King Jr.
Joao Jacinto Borges Pimentel
É bom repetir porque: O meu pai é (não era - ele é) um homem da mancidão e da paz, trabalhador, honesto, economico, com bom coração e sinceridade para todos durante toda sua vida conosco
e a paga que ele teve foi so traisão, inveja e odio.
Mas, ficam sabendo, familiares com remorsos, que NÃO É DE VOCÉS QUE SE TRATA quando eu falo de invejosos, traidores e ainda PIOR DE QUE ISTO... CLARO?
Não sei se està claro ainda nas suas cabeçinhas... Vocés não são o centro do mundo, sabem? Nem a minha preocupação principale - muito longe disto!
Por isto, coloquei o texto mais severe que estava aqui antes numa outra pagina
Aqui merece estar é sô élogias para O MEU SANTO PAI.
Mas, eu repito, NÃO SÃO VOCES OS "DEMONIOS" DE QUEM EU FALO, familiares ignorantes da verdade... Mesmo se vocés quaz todos venham da Lagoa e/ou das ilhas... TEM OUTROS QUE VIEREM DE LÀ TAMBEM - claro. E tem bom peixo como tem mau peixo de TODO O LADO...
Porque é que vocés pensem que eu ia falar SÔ de vocés...? Vocés não são o centro do mundo, jà ouvirem?
Eu e o meu pai tivemos inimigos de veras - não sô entenicaçaos como vocés, nesta vida! Se tivesse sido sô isto; as suas estupidezes e mau compreensaos... a sua enteniquenta proua e seberba... as suas palavras ignorantes... A VIDA DOS MEUS PAIS, COMO A MINHA, TERIA SIDO TANTO FACIL!
Quanto a respeito do meu santo pai, ele està é jà com DEUS, no Céu, onde ele merece estar como recompensia do seu sofrimento nesto mundo. Se vocés não acreditem, a falta é toda vossa.
13 anos de doença - 13 anos sem fala. Quer querer que durante estes anos ele teve o perdão completo pelo todos os seus pecados e ofensas.
Se o meu pai ainda està a espera do seu lugarinho no Céu, està a espera num lugar cheio de LUZ, como ele merece.
E não tem ninguem que sabe melhor nesto mundo de que EU, que santo que o meu pai é de veras.
2007 TLB Prime Commemoration - March 22nd
2007 Saudades Commemoration
2007 TLB Prime Commemoration - March 28th
e as fotos delo -antes e depois de anos de sofrimento- com imagems em pintura de Nosso Salvador e de Nossa Senhora (é, de facto, a imagem miraculosa de Fatima, Portugal)
Publicado nesto sito no dia da festa dos Pais, 2007
15 meses depois dos funerais
December 24th, 2007 -
On the eve of a second Christmas without my father, the author of this commemorative honor-webpage thinks back to the times that went by so fast -too fast...
Those Christmas Eves that you had to work still, Dad - the nuns that administrated your main employer's daily affairs were long gone by then (although they remain on the administration council board to this day.) Those same nuns used to give you preferential treatment, Dad, because THEY, unlike many others in a temporary position of authority, were good judges of character and THEY KNEW you deserved to have the actual *Holidays* off. It wasn't the case when secular laymen took over the administrating chores in that joint...
I think back to those holidays spent with other family - how proud I was always to travel with you. We were like the two men of the family - the only true men in the entire family! We were a formidable team! We still are - even moreso now...
I think back to more recent Christmases too; you were not the same man anymore - but I could still confide in you and, when I spoke to you, I would see it in your eyes that you approved of what I'd just shared.
And now - I remember the things you liked the most - clementines, tangerines, wine, peanuts, orange juice, figs (figos passados) and grapes. I want to honor you by partaking of these, in your memory, as it is customary to do in Portugal. Portugal - land of true Faith, a second Holy Land, verily. And yet, I feel as though I don't deserve to treat myself to any of these good things given to us by The Good Lord - because you are not here with me to partake of it, too.
The truth is, of course, that you are seated at a far better table, more splendidly garnished than any on Earth; the Lord's table, where the abundance is everlasting.
And you deserve every bit of that, Dad.
Every bit of it.
The above angel pin is very similar to the one that I wear on my lapel on a daily basis, for it symbolizes -to me, it always shall- my once and new guardian angel, Dad.
One of the relatives who could not attend the funeral (could not be reached in time) allowed a bit of pent-up aggression towards a priest to become outright resentment towards the Church overall; and so, upon seeing my angel pin and ignoring what it represents to me, the relative in question wondered out loud why I was so pious, etc...
She carried on and on (as she always does - as they always do) on that tangent - without ever hearing from me about the true meaning of the angel on my lapel.
I thought I'd post the significance of the angel pin here. Maybe she'll READ about it now... Maybe she'll be taught a valuable lesson by this, too (like many a relative has been taught a lesson by me, lately...) - to shut up and listen, sometimes...
2008 TLB Prime Commemoration - March 22nd
2008 Saudades Commemoration
2008 TLB Prime Commemoration - March 28th
My (many - oh, there are so many of them, it's not even funny - nor gloomy) enemies will be rejoicing for this site has its days numbered. However, even if GeoCities is dying - I am not. I cannot die, nor did my father, truly; for our souls will live on forevermore! Will yours, haters? No need to answer that. For this site is not for my witticisms nor to shoot arrows in your direction(s) - this site is for the memory of my dear saintly father, Joao Jacinto Borges Pimentel. And this site is but a testimony, one among million others, that certify of one truth: the immortality of the soul.
This site will survive; as surely as his soul survived his earthly shell's demise. As surely as mine will as well. As surely as THERE IS A GOD who Created the universe that is, was and will be - this site will survive in MANY forms, on MANY platforms; you just wait and see.
It is still sad, though, that Yahoo has not the honor or quite simply not the intestinal fortitude to keep its word and maintain these sites that were attributed to all as one of their myriad services. They wanted to achieve a zenith, the top level of diversification of their services and they certainly had reached that goal. And now they simply go back on their word, with both 360` and GeoCities. Sad - but in the near-apocalyptic financial age we live in, all foreseeable. Heaven Forbid other services follow that very same path; but even if it does happen, God Will Provide A Way to safekeep all the worthy memories of unrecognized (by earthly authorities) saints and martyrs.
Besides - all earthly things are bound to end; only that which is from the Divine will endure. FOREVERMORE.
I guess that means the internet is not emanating from the Divine - at all - after all. We always suspected so much...
Following are some more links to commemorative posts on various blogs part of the TLB Prime Network that I founded - for, even if the net is unholy in some way and vastly used for the worst things, there are still a myriad worthy, good and just uses of it and, one dares hope, ours is one of those indeed.
2009 TLB Prime Commemoration - March 22nd
2009 Saudades Commemoration
2009 TLB Prime Commemoration - March 28th
Hurt - Johnny Cash
Ao Passar Um Navio
In the years that followed,
there was a fourth and fifth commemorative series of posts, as well -
they are to be found on TLB PRIME itself,
aka the luminous blog
were we reflect His Light...
This one right here is the core salute
since it is the one reviving the Honor Page
and the cornerstone third year after...
The second lost GeoCities page can also be found here -
it was salvaged as well, in the nick of time.
I thought I'd stop with five
- or perhaps I'll stop with a holy number, seven?
But then if we go seven, we should go ten...
And then every "marquee" anniversary that follows
(15th, 20th, 25th... Lord Willing...)
will be honored, commemorated, remembered...
Truth is, grieving is not anniversary-like.
It is a daily affair.
It never really leaves one's mind
and it resurfaces at any time,
for so many different reasons.
Anything and everything
can remind us...
Grieving is a lifelong thing.
As such, maybe we can stop with three -
the holiest of numbers.
Knowing myself, though, we most likely won't.
Sempre Por O Melhor