To me he fell at
once, this dark, broken tombstone. Amid the cold water was mysteriously
and he shone in the reflecting light from the sun.
How did he come to
this?
What secret, he might well bear in itself?
I tried to
decipher the inscription, though some corners were missing. "Magdalena"
was carved there, born on March 4, 1835, died on 29 Januar 1838th For
about 170 years ago was this little girl, not three years old died. Was
it an accident? Or was it a childhood disease taken out of life? Perhaps
it was also a flu epidemic, just as the time was often the case.
My
mind sank further into the past. I saw her in front of me, a little
chubby girl with funny pigtails, which romped merrily through the
meadow.
What they may have played? Certainly it had a gyro or a
carved doll.
But why was this tombstone suddenly? If we do this
find out anything?
Everything is passing on this earth. Every day
we should live as if it were the last. Clear up misunderstandings
immediately and the only immortal to anchor the love down in our hearts. |
