Life is a transient area to death. Only love remains forever.
Tempus fugit – amor manet somebody had written on a tombstone which is Latin and means time is transient but love stays.
I was overwhelmed by a tombstone showing a young woman mourning. It was made so truthfully and beautifully, showing details like a soft wisp of hair peeping out under a shawl, a vague Mona Lisa smile cut out of the faint reddish marble, a glorious fall of the folds, a noble nose, well-formed lips.. Something drew me to her. I had to touch her to feel if she was still living. I thought about a Greek tale of a young man who fell in love with a statue. At this moment I could understand him. I let my hands caress her face softly and I was moved, even though her cheeks were so cold. A tear dripped down, but it was mine.
Life is transient, enjoy every day as if it was your last.
Media vita in morte sumus : In the middle of life we are in death.
In memory of my father Dionyssios. I love you.