Rosalia Lombardo was an Italian child born in 1918 in Palermo, Sicily. She died on December 6 1920. It is thought that she died from a case of pneumonia. Rosalia’s father was sorely grieved upon her death that he approached Dr. Alfredo Salafia, a noted embalmer, to preserve her. She was one of the last corpses to be admitted to the Capuchin catacombs of Palermo in Sicily.
Ah yes…and sometimes she opens her eyes a little.
I want to go to there.
SO, I HAVE TO LEARN ALL ABOUT THE REVOLUTION AGAIN LATER TODAY.
But it’s the first time I’ve had to learn about it since I’ve watched Hetalia and I don’t know if I can sit through class without crying or at least tearing up.
I know that sounds stupid, and maybe it’s just because I’m tired, but the pure, raw emotion that both England and America went through must have been completely soul-crushing.
The unfair taxes right after the French and Indian War, the Proclamation Line in 1763, the Boston Massacre. And yet both of them continued to believe that what they were doing was right.
I mean, GOOD LORD, just look at Britain and America’s expressions:
They’re both so sure that what they are doing is right. They’re so determined.
And when Britain gains the upper hand, his musket pointed at America, he drops it.
Even though he knew it would crush him to let America go.
He just couldn’t shoot the person that mattered the most.