VOSHN 357

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="335"><tr><td class="etesti">335</td><td class="edate">August 29<sup>th</sup>, 1945.</td><td class="eage">37 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I'm happy.  Buddha has come to meet me to Heaven.</td></tr></table><table summary="haikei"><tr><td class="bg" background="../../photo/img820.jpg"><div class="large"><p>My daughter had got a severe burn on the face and was lying down at home.  She said to me, "Mum, pass me a mirror, please."  Since I thought she'd rather not to see her face got ugly, I said to her, "The mirror has been blown off somewhere by the blasts of A-bomb."  "Really?" she asked and didn't ask it any more.</p><br><p>On the morning of August 29 my daughter said, "Today is the last day for my life.  I'd like to go to the other world.  Father and Mother, please come someday after me."  She spoke quite clearly.  Exactly.</p><br><p>I wonder why she could know she would die.  "I live only today.  Only today." At last she said, "Mum, I'm happy.  Buddha has come to meet me to Heaven.  I'm happy.  Good-by." And she died.</p></div></td></tr></table></body>