"...soon we, too, shall die and all memory of those gone* will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is the land of the living and a land of the dead, and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning."

Th. Wilder, The Bridge of San Luis Rey

*original: "But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left earth,... "

To me the following report by the widower of Pearl only a few months after her death appears to me as one thread of the love talked about.

In deep reverence of this amount of self-denial after such a loss I would like to express my gratefulness to James W. Rupp for allowing me to publish the story of Pearl.

February 2008, Birgit Wiedenmann-Naujoks