July 17th, 1975
“Where the death stops off, the silence stops off. The mouth of the one whom we carry to grave today is silent for ever. Are concerned by its death themselves, these, do not want to evade the silence us. Perhaps we would rather rebel lamentingly, perhaps we wait for people who console us with their words. In reality neither our loud complaint nor the cheering man word to take the inexorability away from the death is able.” The parish priest stopped briefly, looked into the round, straight so as if he wants check, whether his words were listened to at all.
“Our Mr Christus has exorcized to everyone who was noisy and complained there, if he came to the mourners. Only in the silence his word is heard properly. Also this hour he has alone the word. We may know in the memory of the deceased: Who has learned to hear the word God and to answer it on this earth is not this one in dying either without it and his word: “I am the resurrection and the life. Who believes in me will live, whether he at once would die and who lives and thinks there to me, this one will die nevermore.' Under this
word we want to get quiet over the death of our brother and order it to the mercy of the live sir.“
It interrupted its talk, looked, the attendants had the impression not only into her faces so but tempted into her hearts to look again.
It was a brilliant parish priest who knew how to handle its municipality. Often, it only looked at one and it already had grasped the problem. It was not only been afraid but also admired by everyone here.
„He continued with a raised voice but all of us the question which has added Jesus for the survivors is valid: Do you believe this?“ This call to the faith requires and all days, our answer today we prepare for that for the hour, since it gets quite lonely around us since we must leave everything and the live sir only stays with us in his word. Also in the hard hour of the mourning and the farewell he is quite close to us and speaks in the middle of the death silence in: 'I am all days with you to the world's end.' If this word of his hears, its hand seizes, so that it leads you there where he is into the house of the father, where all unrest of this
world and all silence of the death leads to the eternal praise of the triune God. Amen.“
When the parish priest had concluded the words, a woman wrapped in black kicked from the first row of the mourning guests, the shovel took, this one on the pile of earth put next to the grave, then stabbed into the earth and turned itself to the grave to.
Shella in colour was at the grave of her father with the shovel in the hand which had filled it before with earth. Calm and spellbound as well as if it still hoped its father would open the coffin and come back to it again. But this was only a dream. And this also knew her. It was impossible that her father would get out of the grave again. And she stopped really, did not want to think to bury him here and today.
Deep pain drilled in Shella's soul. Was this everything allowed to be true?
A couple of days, they had what talked about it in front of, first they still wanted to do everything. He wanted to go to Paris, Amsterdam and many
Other towns. He finally now had time for it. He had found no time for which all the years because he was in pension only for a short time and he wanted to use this time with that to do things.
Shella was frightened when she touched a hand at the shoulder. A quick look to behind showed her, it was her favourite uncle.
„Shella“, he gently talked to her. He was always the quiet, prudent in her the two brother and always knew how, too, to find the right words at the right time. Therefore he was probably so popular with everyone. Among other things also with Shella.
„Shall I help you?“ He softly further spoke.
But Shella shook the head. She wanted to go this last way alone for her father. Even if it still would fall so heavily.
It took a look to the grave once again, this which was on the shovel on the coffin threw little earth, mumbled a couple of words where it hit with a loud thunderous crash and then turned away from
the grave, supported by its uncle.
It noticed the soft knees only now and was glad to be packed by its uncle under the arm. She would too easily have space tipped over now. But this bareness did not want to give her to herself. Not in front of the everybody here. Even if it knew only some of these people.
It followed its uncle to the car, sat down on the passenger seat and showed no movement in its face. It seemed absent and locked.
Three weeks had passed since the burial of its father when its uncle appeared unexpectedly at it again. Shella still seemed a little absent he asked „are you well?“ when Shella had opened the door.
It could be worse. But come in.“ She answered with a soft voice.
She still had not quite recovered from the death of her father. Her uncle had not expected that she would take this to heart so much.
Rick Color, actually he is Richard, the brother of
the dead man decided therefore at Shella but it had itself to live for a while to call him only Rick, naturalized at everyone so. Does he not ask her? He had consider Shella would do something to herself possibly even if he denied this in the reason. But caution is the mother of the porcelain box.
A couple of days later, it was at the breakfast, Shella asked her uncle a question: „Do you help me to sort out and to provide all the things of father?“
Rick was astonished. She wanted to dispose of everything here in the house after such short time which was from her father? „Are you safe to clear out now already?“
Shella only nodded. No answer and no comment. Only a simply nodding.
„Where I shall begin Rick did not want to analyse further why it had determinedly to it itself and therefore did as if it is normal?“.
„Please, would you have a look through the things
on the attic and then throw into the container which is brought mornings?“
Rick nodded only as a consent. Why it should not, it suspected which on the attic dispose the old junk. Could not there be clever anyway.
It put day next the working clothes on and set out after the breakfast to clear out the attic. His chair I am going up now „or“ I shall help you first a little here below? he spoke to Shella after he was getting up.
„No, no. You begin only above. I already get by alone here below. And on the other hand I must sort everything out here because you do not know what I would like to lift.“
„Ok.“ It came over its lips only briefly and direction attic of it he trudged.
He pressed the handle and tried to push open the door, arrived at the door above. But he did not succeed. He turned the key which was in the lock, but the door was not locked by the lock. On the other hand, it pressed the handle again and braced
itself with its complete weight. With a loud noise it opened in which it lost almost the balance and stumbled into the room.
Despite the many windows in this room which had no dividing walls the room was gloomy. Rick locked firm, these at the nearer one look windows had not been cleaned one single time within the last few years, so much dust had accumulated there. Nearby one of the windows he saw an old sheet lying on the ground, he took this and tried to clean once the windows with this a little to let bright kind light to the room. Nearby one of the windows he saw an old sheet lying on the ground, he took this and tried to clean once the windows with this a little to let bright kind light to the room. Only one single lamp was assembled in the middle of the room and another weak bulb had this one in this.
After it had cleaned the windows, it became a little more brightly here above. It really could not line too much up but without pocket torch, here.
It arrived into the lower rooms again to look for a pocket torch when it passed the bedroom of its brother and heard sobs from this room at this
moment. Cautiously it opened the door and Shella saw as she sat on the bed, cried holding an object in the hand and quietly.
Slowly Rick approached it, knelt in front of it down in which it put its hands on Shella's knees. It did not even look up but looked at the object constantly and let tears hers wed run.
No word told Rick it only looked at it. It did not know as properly as it should behave.
It normally was, always equal to every situation all its knowledge but here left it. It took the object away from her from its hand, she let it happen willingly. And as him it held in the hand it looked at him more exactly.
„And do you cry therefore?“
It held a picture in its hand on this a doll was shown.
„This doll produced it, „, „ has my father given me many years ago once under tears. It has been lost and by the move here. I have been in a frightening
way attached to it and my father had all trouble to comfort me again.“ It interrupted its volubility to clean the nose.
It cleaned its nose blowing strongly, how to the reputation this remembered an elephant this one sooner than to a woman the nose cleans itself.
Himself must spontaneously Rick laugh suppress one.
„Yes, Na, it needed many days for it, to comfort me. It also actually made it. I have had to think of this time at the sight of this picture, it was so loving and tender to me. I have never again experienced it so.“
Rick nodded the head. It understood them and could comprehend her feelings.
It „goes“? Tenderly again it drove you over the hair.
She leant against Rick, nodded only briefly and could be stroked by it. Shella felt restored into that time at this moment when her father still took his time for her to comfort her, if she felt bad. Or
if she had a problem and this problem with him discussed.
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