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On Friday am a mother and child arrived in the quiet early CSM.
The patient was a child of the psychologists from the center. His mother brought him in full crisis, after learning that his best friend had died the previous day.
We were impressed by the news. Every day people die, death will visit strange and absurd ways. When a child dies everything seems different. Parce obscene and abnormal.
By midmorning we EAP psychologist called the school, asking for advice and visit the sister of the deceased child, who understood nothing. A girl as young as 6 years called Arlot. I
management to provide shelter for someone I know who needed him, talked to child psychologists and nurses knew from the outset what was happening.
After the lapse of the weekend came a father of another good friend of the child, asking for help because her son had not assume what happened. By mid-morning has been Arlot with their parents. His father, a tall man, which aired strength, but I learned a tremendous hole in the interior.
Then I saw them go. Arlot, a small beautiful, with the bewildered look painted on, with the help of their parents. His mother, a woman shattered the serenity of the impossible drawn on his face.
From indoors I broke something. There is no way to calm the tremendous pain and loss is a quick, traumatic, incomprehensible.
His story impressed me. Her pain has impressed me.
The grieving process continues. Will not be easy, not soft, assume what can not be assumed. How pat on the back to the mother? How to say the magic words to help heal so terrible wound? A good companion
center told me, breakfast, no time to die. Mayte
sky, you have every reason in the world. And if you're a child, a fortiori, there is no right time to die.
laws of nature can become absurd in view of what happens.
Life sometimes gives tremendous bites that leave heart raw.
This entry is my tribute to those who are forced to leave, as untimely.
Life already has it: no one asks us if we want to come, and we can not put too comfortable, you never know when we have your ticket ready to go.
In any case, it is for this child, like many others, condemned to go out of season.
going by Arlot, the girl named Ada, who longs for his brother.
going by his parents, who accompany them in their pain.
going for them. In truth, no silly compassions, his heart in his hand.
