Destiny Has Many Faces
| Destiny Has Many Faces (translated by Katrina Sark) |
In the late evening on the day of her death, I sat like in a trance at mother’s desk. In an indescribable feeling of chaos and tired from the many painful impressions of this memorable day, I tried to come up with a few simple words for condolence cards. Two or three sentences, just as mother would have wanted, but not revealing by what great tragedy her long life was marked. It had been ninety-seven unique years, full of love, and exemplary of courage and hope; a life, which had not been as quiet and peaceful as her death. Fate had given mother many hard and often scarcely bearable tests, which she had to endure courageously and bravely, through the power of her boundless confidence in life, with her unwavering optimism, and with dignity into old age. Now this life was extinguished in reverent silence and with it a strong, wonderful person: our mother.
