To those who have lost a loved one (dm2)

My Father, Most High Lord, my Creator,
io I look around me and I see some of my brothers suffering, and I make myself, in addressing you these few words of mine, spokesperson for their pain.

I see these brothers who have seen their son die suddenly, unexpectedly, at a time when nothing predicted that this would happen, I see these brothers mourning the loss of their husband or wife in a sudden death, I see their faith waver, I see the pain that overwhelms them, that completely overwhelms them to the point of being unable to find a reason for their existence.

I feel that in some moments they even turn to You, my Father, to curse You and almost curse You for the injustice to which You have subjected them.
I understand, my creator, that all this certainly does not fall within the logic that you, through these messengers of yours, want to communicate to us, nevertheless I fully justify and understand what is being created within them.

I who have taken on the responsibility of being a spokesperson for them, I ask you to give a reason to instill strength in these brothers of mine so tried by too immediate suffering, to make them find a new reason for hope, trust, the possibility of continue to move forward and be able to insert what happened to them in the logic of your reality.

My Father, Most High Lord, my Creator, if You love Your creatures, as we have been taught, if You follow Your creatures and do true good for them, then I pray You: do something so that these brothers don't shed any more tears. but they manage, I don't say to smile, but at least to accept what has happened to them.
I am sure, my Father, sure of Your goodness and mercy, that You will do something for each of them and I thank You for this.
Thank you, my Father; thank you my creator. Federico

My son,
as always I cannot give you more than what I am already giving you.
I know that my words will collide with your pain, your sorrow, your regret; I therefore prefer to be silent and let someone else speak for me.
It doesn't matter what his name is; I could tell you a hundred: Stefano, Nicola, Lorenzo, Rosa, and many, many others, and each name that I would say could have a particular meaning for each child who is listening to me.
However, I hope that the voice of this creature of mine can be heard not in search of a verification, of finding who it may have been, but as a symbol, as a spokesperson for the words that each of your missing loved ones could utter for you. Motions

Mom, dad, my wife, my husband,
I left the world where we walked together for a while.
I left that world where illusions had priority over reality and I left you - now I realize it - in pain; but now I have come to you in this moment, this evening, to remind you that I still exist, that I still live and not only in your memories, perhaps brought to exasperation, perhaps lived in a better way than they really were.

I am here to tell you, my mother, my father, my wife, my husband, my children that I still live and that nothing is really finished, and that we will meet when you too leave this world as it is written.
You will be able to hug me again and I will hug you again, but this time ours will be an embrace no longer made of illusions, no longer made of hopes, but made of reality: our contact will be more intimate than ever and together - us and all those who like us , who, like you, have suffered - we will walk forward and reach that light, that God, that Absolute that we so desire.

Mother, father, my wife, my husband, my children, do not cry for this departure because in reality it is not a matter of departure, but this is only an illusion too, it is only a moment of detachment: never forget this, and be certain that we will meet again, and be sure that when the time comes for each of you to leave this world, I will wait for you, thus giving you the true certainty, in a difficult moment, that nothing is really over.
I could sign these words with thousands of names, but I will just say what I have chosen for the moment. Florian

And if really you who cry for me, and if really you who regret me, and if really you who still love me with such intensity that your thoughts and vibrations reach me, if you really, my partner, want to do something for me, always try to remember me in a happy moment, try to have in your mind always and only the memory of my smiling face, the memory of a clear day.

Do not bring back moments of crisis, moments of suffering to your memory; do not stop to remember what, perhaps, an inexorable disease made me live, gradually transforming myself in your eyes into something distant and unreachable, but remember me as I was when I constituted the center for you of your existence.

This, my travel companion, this for me you must do mainly, because in this way your serenity, your thoughts, your love, will give me the push, the courage, the strength to separate myself every time from those sad moments that I still carry around. Weather

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