<h1> ... How it hurts to lose a beloved Son. ... </h1>

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She, mother, is suffering. He, father, is suffering. They have just lost a child to the strongest of all wars: the inexorable passage to the other plane. Your beloved son is leaving! - a trip in haste, unexpected, no time to say goodbye. A young man with all the joys and dreams of his age and his time.

>Could we really imagine the pain of these parents? Feeling the size of this mourning? Too much to be supported. Immensely. A pain that has no name and hurts just thinking. The air is missing. It consumes the balance. Ground is missing. He succumbs to tears. A pain that does not dry out, but causes strength to wither, steals dreams, tears the soul. It interrupts hope, invades our guts and takes a part of us - life loses a little to its colors ....

It is not easy to accept the reversal of the natural order in the cycle of life. We are never ready, we do not want to bury a child. When nature does not fulfill the cycle as it should, it is painfully terrible and haunting.

- a physically consummate separation, but one that will never break with the bonds ... there are no substitutions, son is son and period.

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>Impossible to measure the pain dimension of losing a child. We can not measure it, it's a single pain, intense, selfish, and giant. The loss of a child is a wound that does not heal, it is for life - this pain will have moments that will turn into homesickness, but it will never be less. The parents are lost in their pain, an inconsolable emptiness, an endless lament. Let no one dare to staunch this bleeding in the heart of a mother and a father ... The cry is too lonely and sad - no one can decipher a love that overflows with tears.

I find no comfort. There is nothing that can uproot this torment that shatters the chest of this family. And at that moment, I can not and should not - today tears have and must fall. That's how it's supposed to be.

Today the pain is of this mother and father. Tomorrow or later, maybe the serenity comes knocking at its doors.


>Today, I want to express my sense of solidarity and companion, to make a prayer and wish that this young man find a lot of light in his passage. May the mother, the father, the brothers and all the relatives, in due time, find reasons for the difficult overcoming of this pain, which is now dormant.

May the resilience be. May they find the ability to persist in difficult times when longing hurts - and it hurts, it goes back and forth, and it will continue to hurt ... But we must continue, regrettably, this is one of the saddest rules that are imposed upon us: to survive with the physical absence of those who have meant so much to our continuity, our existence. Let time do what it is to do it - take the pain one day though and leave only a tender and tender nostalgia.

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