A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. A person who loses his/her spouse is a widow or widower. A person who loses their child is called? Nothing. Because they are nothing. The most painful of pains. The loss of a child is loss of dreams, a loss of hopes. The grief that comes in waves and settles down. Of the 25% women who suffer miscarriages. Of those who have stillbirth or of those who lose their infants or young ones. There is nothing to console them. The balloons that fly away and mingle with the clouds. Maybe they go the children lost. Lives full of questions and doubts. Grief that is mingled with a strange emptiness, a strange hollowness. Yet there is peace. The peace that is the end. Is there a place where broken dreams are cherished? Is there a place where lost hopes are kindled? Is there a place where broken journeys are resumed. From the place of no return, hopes and dreams and answers are requested. The love that is wounded and is always with the child that is lost. That love is mixed with grief and that grief is mixed with peace. May everyone with a wounded heart find peace. Hope someday, answers may be found. Hope that someday, families may be reunited.
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