There is no such thing as a permanent monument for a man who was once living; just as there is no such thing as a permanent life. Heavy slabs of marble outlast bodies of flesh and bone, but not by much. Stone cracks and crumbles and names fade away, as do the memories of the named themselves. Dates, words, what we were called by our mothers, all cease to signify the life. The symbols, the amalgam of letters and numbers, that constellation of values, small curves and vertical lines, become merely artifacts, for awhile, before all flattens, and there is no longer any discernible proof of human, or human witness. At one point, in some very small sliver of time. there was this data, tied to a story, that made up a man. It was attached to his living body with threads that only existed in his mind, and in the minds of those who believed and bore witness to his presence. The threads were woven to create the story of his existence and he was always weaving as long as he was alive. Once his body stopped living his story might continue to be woven if there were any still living whose own story it served to preserve. But the value of such stories only decreases over time. Stories of the once living can be recorded and contained, but only upon mediums that are also subject to decay. All stories decay and become dust. All are one day forgotten. We are as permanent and fragile as ice. The little girl buried here beneath this desecrated grave has lost her name as the result of someone still living who didn't even know their own, or at least didn't understand its significance. John and Martha lost their daughter young, at a time when losing the young was more common, but not less tragic. To lose a child, whose eyes were once yours, whose little fingers held your own with such force, once, whose short and happy story was so tightly woven into your own, is a wound from which you do not fully recover. They tended her grave once. They set upon it bright flowers and kept it free of weeds, for awhile. Because they couldn't bear for her story to end.
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Causes Vincent Carrella Supports