This is the story of one of my best friends:

2 years ago he found the love of his life. They were (and still are) extremely happy together. They are the same – young, beautiful, lovers of life – two tear drops – soul mates. In august she had to bring to this world their child, and she did so – but it was not easy. The birth had some complications and if that was not enough, my friend’s mother died of a staggering cancer. She fought until the last minute and her last wish was to see to see her son happily married. God granted her this wish and then took her with Him. My friend had to be with his wife, to support her, take care of her – she was nearly to give birth – but he also had a funeral to organize. One goes away from this world and another one comes to life. I forgot to mention that my friend’s wife is French and they live in Paris now. So imagine what my friend felt like, being caught in the middle of a situation like this, hundreds miles away from his wife, that was about to bring to life their little baby boy. In the end, everything turned out fine and having a baby made life a little bit easier.

Last week, his wife came to Romania so that their 4 month baby boy meets his grandfather. My friend could not get away for few days that easily from his new job and she had to come alone. One day before her arrival, the father of my friend died of a violent death. I will not get into more details, but all that I can say is that he was healthy and eager to meet his grandson. My friend is now here, and he just buried his last parent. Is that fair? God rest his soul!

When I heard the news I could not believe it. My knees turned soft and I could hear my friends shouts of despair. It broke my heart. I had no words to comfort him and I think that those words don’t even exist.

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I lost my father when I was 13 and it was not easy at all. I still miss him loads and think what would he do, what would he say, what would he teach me in every single rough moment of my life. Loosing both parents should be something that nobody needs to go through but that’s life and sooner or later it happens. I remember that I had great faith in God before my dad died and I almost completely lost it when he went away. I was mad, furious, I could not understand the reasons and then I learned that you cannot understand those things.

What’s your story ?