Nagoya, Aichi, Japan
Today, I visited my ancestor's grave and decorated the tombstone with chrysanthemums. After praying, I noticed a woman praying before a neighboring tombstone. It had been erected to commemorate the death of a boy, who 60 years ago was killed when a broken bat flew into the baseball stands and hit him. His tombstone was coincidentally built near my ancestors'.
“That is Mamoru Yamada’s tombstone, isn’t it?” I said to her.
“Yes,” she replied, surprised.
“I remember my brother told me about the incident,” I said.
She was the wife of Yamada’s nephew. I had never met him, but I happened to meet his relative today.
my mother cries
over her son's coffin