Memorial of Viktor Alexander Duzik

50 hearts gathered at Boal Chapel to support the Young Duzik family and to see and hear of the brief, remarkable life of Viktor.

A slide show flickered on a screen at the front of the Chapel. Pictures lovingly assembled by Jaromir, the Father. A time-line, from pregnancy, birth to the death of little Viktor. Below the screen, a table with blossoming Spring flowers and a small oval yellow cedar Urn.

Music wafted through the Chapel; a symphony that carried the Heart to the sublime. A longing of sweet sorrow, in every note.

Anna, Viktor's 3 year old Sister, began a slow rhythmical sway to the tempo of the music. Her arms elegantly held akimbo. Turning gracefully, interpreting the sounds intentionally, with a gentle pious smile on her face. An Angel dancing for her little brother, with all the Art and Soul she could gather, well beyond her years. It was a gentle prayer offered in graceful movement with a heart full of the presence of God.

Alexandra told Viktor's story. The room of people transfixed; all eyes forward and ears alert. She began with tears of grief. Then a quiet settled in the room; her face lightened, shining from some secret joyous place inside. Her heart spoke directly; sweetness in every word. We all experienced the pregnancy, birth and passing, of Viktor. It was no longer words and phrases, but a sympathetic vibration from her heart to ours; until all Hearts beat as one Heart. We became intimately connected; we knew her grief and her joy. A Mother's love embracing us all.

Outside, Thunder rolled in the dark clouds over the Mountains. A warm rain, like tears from heaven, fell gently all around. Three little girls danced and laughed gaily, in the rain. They were celebrating the joy of life; Every life.