He lay for a while thinking about the call that had to do with Rosa María Trinidad (Enaitz Iriondo's mother). The phone rang and as if I had read his mind was his voice, as sweet as torn by grief and outrage at what is happening every day on our roads with the approval of an unjust justice.
immediately understood that we were not alone and I felt the embrace of words.
When the word is a carrier beyond its own meaning, desire, strength, intention or even the effort from the mouth to pronounce it, it becomes embrace, support, in kissing or hope, return handshake, pat on the back or staff to support the other.
No scientist to decipher the pain, no poet can describe the great love of parents for their children, or dictionary that describes the exact words to decipher the real pain of loss and suffering of a child.
How to describe the magnitude of the pain of losing or witnessing the suffering of a part of us?
When we lose a child left with the notes of the lullaby, scattered in sadness, loneliness, the silence of their laughter and their tears, despite so much pain and confusion we are required to draw strength from that pain to try to survive a life cut short by the unconsciousness of those who suddenly took away our life projects alongside our children.
The pain always comes out again, because it has never gone away, the pain is part of life, but is a pain absorbed and rooted in the hearts and lives in us, though often jealously guard that pain for ourselves, with memories and memories of our beloved son.
Today I want to acknowledge the words and the support I received after that call repeated many times to demonstrate the mutual affection, without seeing each other face to face, we have. Your great contribution a little more bearable the absence of my mother, both have always loved and now miss so much.
If we were able to know when and where we will meet again, our departure would not be so painful.
With the words and your unconditional support proves to be a great mother to us and to others as you told.
Rosa, I snatched a child but it is our desire that you know you've won a few.
U n hug of friendship and understanding
N o not be neglected,
A lthough words only
B ueno will embrace.
R audo this hug I go
A Briend my heart
ambullido Z in the word,
O Ceano of illusion.
R Ostro of understanding.
O the great friendship.
S Orbo clear fresh water,
A crumbs made of loyalty.
* All families like us who suffer dramatically the attitude of the traffic and crime in which data are chilling. We demand an immediate and forceful response to statements that do not do justice nor good for society.
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