“I’ve forgotton! I’ve forgotten!” The words were uttered by a dying man to his doctor.
He had been calling on a merchant when he was suddenly taken ill. The doctor was called immediately, and these were the words, the only words, the man spoke, and he kept repeating them over and over again.
“What is it that you have forgotten? Is it some matter connected with your business? Do you want to see your laer?” Questions such as these were asked, but all in vain. All he seemed able to say was, “I’ve forgotten! I’ve forgotten!”
The lawyer was called in, for they thought it might be something to do with his will. He too begged the poor sick man to tell what he had forgotten. At last the reply came in a whisper, “I’ve forgotten about my soul.” Then he was gone.
ML 01/29/1956