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There are very hard moments in my activity, at times. The hardest ones are, by far, those in which I lose a child.
I lost about 4 in 4 years of work, and it always hurt, but this time… it hurts A LOT.

Philip, his siblings – Shivan, Peace, Prossy, Edrine and Patricia – and their mom, Lovisa, have been one of my first difficult cases – a woman with 6 children, having nothing, nothing. We changed their lives for the better and they all have loving long-distance parents. Me included, as I took Prossy under my personal care after having been abandoned.

Philip suffered from cerebral palsy. He could not stand, turn, sit up, almost nothing by himself. They say that such children do not perceive the outer world, but Philip did. He reacted to objects and he smiled. He could eat and drink.

He was kept clean and proper, fed, nurtured and loved by his mom Lovisa, and by his long-distance mother, who is suffering a lot now. She is the kindest soul and I hold her tight and grieve with her.
Philip wasn’t growing. He was 6 years old but he barley looked as though he was 1 year old. He was carried around in a stroller. He was not developing. His heart gave in, and he died in seconds.
When a child so ill is born and survives for a while, we tend to ask ourselves – why? How could life be so cruel?

But today I know it is because they are here to teach us a lesson about love. About pure, unconditional love and acceptance.
We grieve with this good woman Lovisa and with the long distance mother, K. I hope and pray that they both find comfort and strength. Philip is among the angels now; and I am very sure, he can finally say: “I love you!”.

I hope you can hear it.