„Since I was a child They called me Ion son of Grigore I'm here in the middle Reading to bosses Plans I drafted myself With much skill Someone else will read them Who's now in my place I wish I'd lived longer And worked by the house But along came ugly death Severed me from everything From wife and son Daughter and grandson I loved them all Now wife daughter and son Lay flowers on my grave For there's no one else Now at the end I'll say see you again For this road beckons to us all”In memoriam