This is typical of many of the tombs. Glass doors and fronts.
Ladders to descend into family histories.
Layers of family caskets for all to pay respects to.
Leftovers from lives and family relics adorn the shelves.
Lives. Gone, but not forgotten.
Longing from loved ones who remain.
To me, one of the most personally touching of all the monuments
was that of Liliana Crociati de Szascak. The 26 year old bride was
honeymooning in Innsbruck, Austria when she was killed by an
avalanche. Heartbroken, her mother designed her tomb...
Her father wrote the poem beneath the life-size bronze statue of Liliana in her wedding dress:
To my Daughter
Only I ask myself why
You left and left my heart destroyed
That wanted only you, why?
Why? Only destiny knows the reason, and I ask myself why?
Because we can't be without you, why?
You were so beautiful that invidious nature destroyed you. Why?
I only ask myself why, if God exists, does he take away that which is His name.
Because He destroys us and leaves us to an eternity of sadness!
Why? I believe in fate and not in you. Why?
Because I only know that I always dream with you, why is that?
For all the love my heart feels for you.
After her dog, Sabu, died, the original sculptor added a bronze of the dog, with Liliani's hand resting on its head.
As I thought of my daughter, Val, my throat tightened, and a tear fell.
But I had come to see the tomb of the woman who pissed of Argentina's elite by being buried in "their" public cemetery... While little Eva was reviled by the elite of society, she was the heroine of the working masses. Born, the illegitimate child of a rancher, then abandoned with her mom and siblings, she rose from the dregs of humanity to become the first pro-labor First Lady of Argentina. With 4000 tombs, how would I ever find it?
I followed the crowd...
Next... Heading for Fin del Mundo!