God has to “need” a big reserve of pure human innocence in Heaven to fight human evil on earth. Otherwise I find hard to understand when children pass away. My nephew Ivo and his wife were expecting a child, their fifth, with love and joy, and the little thing died unexpectedly inside his mom’s womb. She felt sick, and the doctor confirmed that the little heart were silent. Nothing to do. They were devastated, because they loved that child and we all in the family did. Thinking about all that, in tears, I only found one answer. We all need a big reserve of pure love and pure human innocence. That little unborn child only knew about love. The Creating love of God, The love of his parents that made possible his short life, and from the comfort of the womb of his loving mom, he went right to the arms of God in His Glory to listen to the most beautiful lullaby and play for ever happy and without any care. He was spared of what we, surviving people have attached when we really love: the pain, the suffering for the other one when he or she has problems, or is sick, or is in danger. That sometimes is too hard. Like the pain that my nephew family is experiencing now and before that my sister did for the same reason twice. But the short story of this child wasn’t a waste of life. It was a gift. A painful but loving gift. A little angel in Heaven to protect the family.

There are many unborn children who doesn’t know about love or dignity or even recognition until they reach the peaceful eternity. There are children who are born and they die too soon, sick, starving or killed before they go to Heaven to have what they didt in earth and be happy for ever. But this one had all. And my sister’s daughters also. Is the mystery of life, the mystery of human soul that lives in the innocence from the beginning, before and after is born, then get conscious of good and evil and make choices, and after many adventures, perils, pains, hidden heroisms or miseries, dies for this earthly time and is born then for the eternity with his story at his back, and finds the mystery of God’s justice and love for ever.

So I’m crying because I have another angel in Heaven who only knows about love and pure innocence, but in my tears there are a place for hope.

About Olga Brajnović

Journalist. In my fifties. I've worked for 26 years in a newspaper in Spain. I worked for two years as a stringer and correspondent in the US, and went as a special envoy to other places like the Balkans. Sea lover. Avid reader. Classic Music enthusiast.


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