I am a long-time subscriber of yours and I kindly ask you to remain anonymous. I don’t usually write to newspapers, but the story of little Domenico touched me deeply for several reasons that I can list. As a mother and grandmother, I believe that accepting the loss of a child is always very difficult.
And even more so if the loss involves a family puppy. I will talk about the mother but I believe that the whole family is really dragged into this story: parents, grandparents, uncles, brothers, sisters, cousins. My eyes fill with tears just thinking about it. Of the two mothers linked to this dramatic story, one has never been mentioned and is the donor’s mother. This woman lost her son at least twice: the first when her little one flew into the sky, the second when her heart (the center of life on a symbolic level) was rendered useless. Terrible…
How many times have I prayed for this stranger. Too much media hype, too much right to the press, when, instead, silence and respect would have been, in my opinion, the indispensable veil of compassion. I had the video and lyrics of Lewis Capaldi’s song “Someone you loved” in my ears and eyes for days. Here the donation of the heart was humanly, that is, it crossed two destinies and two lives. And the recipient had gained a new life. And those who were next to the donor remained reassured.
We all need help to overcome these two intertwined deaths. I heard that Domenico’s mother would like to found an association. It would be very nice, in my opinion, if a joint association between donors and recipients was founded. Maybe… I would like my gratitude for their dignity in suffering and a warm embrace to reach the two mothers (and their entire families). Even if virtual.
