He puts her in the ground, as he promised, and plants a tree on the spot.
Year later, he takes a branch and whittles a small boat from it.
Places a candle in the center.
Go to the water, light the candle, and let it flow downstream.
Every night, you can see dozens of candles floating by.
At sunset, it's so beautiful. And yet, every light is someone lost.
And someone who has lost.
When it is my time, promise me.
Plant the tree.
Carve a boat.
Light a candle in the center.
And remember.
As I have promised you.

Comments (1)
this is really a perfect story.
Posted by mikeypod | May 29, 2008 8:19 AM
Posted on May 29, 2008 08:19