Dragan Paponjak
Obituary
Kad odem,
Kad me đavo isprati, glavnim sokakom
I kad mesečina zaveje moj trag
Nemoj tugovati, jer jednom svakom
Mali nemi slavuj doleti na prag
Hej, budi jaka ti
Najlakše je plakati
To nam samo Gospod svira
Jesenju sonatu
Snio sam vrata u tom suvom zlatu
Strah me da prođem, al’ proći
Dragan Paponjak was born on June 13,1953 in Sarajevo, Bosnia. He married his wife, Borka, in 1985 and they went on to have two children, a son and a daughter. After the civil war ended in 1996, he and his family moved to Seattle, WA, USA.
After spending most of his career in property management and commercial painting, he retired in 2019. Dragan loved all things outdoors from throwing big backyard parties to fishing and camping at Sun Lakes in his trailer. He left behind a legacy with his charming and gregarious personality, infectious smile, painting and building skills, and always wanting to do everything over the top. If you know Dad, you know that it was always his way or the highway. That’s how he left and we will miss him for the remainder of forever.
Dragan was predeceased by his father Tomo and mother Milena Paponjak. He is survived by his wife Borka, son Ivor, daughter Sara (daughter-in-law Sara Borneman), sister Mira, nephew Aleksandar, and niece Natasha.
Gone fishing: September 27, 2021.
Život je rijeka što brzo teče
i nikad ne znaš što sutra nosi.
Kad jednom priđeš oceanu smrti,
uzvodno ne možeš, bez obzira tko si.
Onda te preuzme vjetar morski
pa se u visoke oblake digneš.
Padneš ko obična kapljica kiše;
do nove rijeke ponovno stigneš.
Pa opet tečeš; nose te struje
i vrte virovi sreće i tuge.
Ne ideš kud hoćeš, plutaš kud moraš,
jer vezan si nitima nebeske duge.
Dok slijediš svoje sebične želje,
nose te vali ko trulu granu.
I uvijek moraš nizvodno ići,
jer sve rijeke teku na jednu stranu.
Nekad si na vrhu, nekada na dnu,
a nizvodno dolje čeka te slap.
Onda se uskoro u ocean sliješ,
pa zatim ponovno postaneš kap.
Počivaj u miru Gagi!
His absence is like the sky, spread over everything. Miss you so much sir
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A jedne večeri nekoga nema,
A mor’o bi proć;
I lampa gori,
I gori u magli,
I vec je noć.
I nema ga sutra, ni prekosutra ne,
I vele da bolestan leži,
I nema ga mjesec, i nema ga dva,
I zima je već,
I sniježi…
A prolaze kao i dosada ljudi,
I maj već miriše –
A njega nema, i nema, i nema,
I nema ga više…
Primite nase iskreno saucesce
Miralem I Hatida
Primite moje iskreno saucesce
Dragan uvijek cemo te pamtiti
Ado te uvijek spomene na svoj rodzendan
Isti datum
Nedostajes svima
primite naše iskreno saučešće, tuga je sad ogromna ali vrijeme će ublažiti bol😥. Neka počiva u miru 🌹
KEKA I NANA