There is a big pain that pervades every moment of my day when I see Matteo in his everyday life. Every scar is a wound in my soul that tears and torments me. It is a film that rushes in front of my eyes and in my heart to restore the terrible emotions that we experienced then.
Every day I know it will be so. The memory of this severe pain will accompany all my mother’s breathing. But from my lips unstoppable and continues thanks, thanks, thanks, will flow because raising my eyes from scars I meet his big beautiful eyes and in his alive look melts my torment. What remains is the certainty of the immense gift of his life that continues above the limit of nature, in the greatness and mercy of God.