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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