VOSHN 361

<body><a href="../index.html">HOME</a><br><table summary="339"><tr><td class="etesti">339</td><td class="edate">Since the morning of September 4, 1945.</td><td class="eage">35 years old at that time</td></tr><tr><td class="ei_midasi" colspan=3>I had to prepare for the worst thing to happen.</td></tr></table><div class="large"><p>The morning of September 4th came.  I was combing my hair in front of a mirror as usual.  When I grabbed the hair on my head, all the hair I grabbed came off.  I grabbed it again with my other hand and more came off.</p><br><p>I thought, "My last day has just come."  A doctor with a white beard examined me and said, "I'll do my best, but be prepared for the worst thing."</p><br><p>Then I thought, "If there was only a week or ten days left for me, what should I do?" My daughter called and I told her "You must live your life fully."  I had nothing to say except for that.</p><br><p>My feelings were so agitated.  "A famous old priest accepted the death as it was.  How wonderful that people are!  Do I die as it is?  In that case, anything doesn't remain my life."</p></div></body>