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Grief is not always just weeping in the darkness; sometimes, through the cracks of pain, a light so serene slips in that it forces us to pause and take a deep breath.
Today, I came across a teaching that shook my heart and, at the same time, gave it an immense embrace. It spoke of the lives of children as a sacred deposit. The idea that the Creator, in His infinite trust, places a completely clean, bright, and pure soul into the hands of parents. Like a new vessel, without cracks or blemishes.
We do not own this vessel; we are its guardians. Our only task on this earth is to care for it, love it, and protect its light for as long as it remains with us.
And the text said something that moved me deeply: when the Eternal asks for that deposit back, if the parents returned it with love, with righteousness, and having protected that purity, there is not only room for the natural tears of farewell, but also for a sacred gratitude. The comfort of saying: “Here it is. I cared for it with all my being. I return it to You as pure and luminous as You gave it to me.”
The Vessel That Knew No Fracture
The world is a complex place. Over the years, adult souls usually get filled with scars, unnecessary burdens, disappointments, and the cracks that life leaves behind.
But with a child, that does not happen.
Thinking of Matías from this perspective breaks my heart with tenderness. His time in my arms was brief for my earthly desires, but it was perfect in the eyes of heaven. His vessel never knew resentment, malice, or the shadow of the world. He only knew love, watchful eyes, caresses, and the absolute devotion of parents who did nothing but protect him.
Understanding it this way does not eliminate the absence—the physical absence hurts, and it always will—but it changes the meaning of the wound. We were not robbed of something that belonged to us; we fulfilled the noblest mission a human being can receive: to guard an angel and return him home untouched.
A Peace That Embraces the Sadness
Sometimes we punish ourselves thinking about the future that never was, about the years that were missing to live. But today I choose to look at what was: a custody filled with love.
If you are walking a path similar to mine, if you also had to open your hands to return the one you loved most to heaven, I wish for you to find comfort in this certainty: you did the right thing. You loved with everything you had. Your child knew nothing other than your love, and that sacred deposit returned to the Creator in its most beautiful and pure state.
Today I look to the sky with tears, yes, but also with a profound reverence in my soul.
Thank You, God, for trusting me with the most beautiful vessel.
And thank you, Matías, for filling my hands with so much purity.
❤️💙❤️