My heart stopped. I was scrolling through the news coming into a channel that had originally been created for work, when I saw a colleague posting these photos of what remained of his son after the rubble was cleared. He wrote that ever since his son was killed, all he had wished for was to see him one last time… to look at him one last time, to say goodbye to him as a father should be able to say goodbye to his son. But after an entire year had passed since his son was killed, this was all that reached him… A collection of bones. I cried like I had never cried before. I cried because behind these bones was a father who had waited an entire year, carrying one simple wish in his heart: to see his son and say goodbye to him. How can a human heart bear this? How can a person witness so much death, and then return to their life as though nothing had happened? How do we come out of this life with our minds still intact, carrying all this loss in our memories and all these goodbyes that never happened in our hearts? And how are we supposed to live with broken hearts, when for some parents, the most they can hope for from their children is simply to find some trace of them beneath the rubble? https://gofund.me/83e09b493 https://gaza-verified.org/people/@nada@manganiello.eu/ @fabio@manganiello.eu @aral@mastodon.ar.al @imp3tuz@mastodon.gamedev.place @gimulnautti@mastodon.green @Gustodon@mas.to @Daniel@mastodon.social @337guanacos@xarxa.cloud #Fediforgaza #Gaza #Palestine #StandWithGaza #MutualAid #Humanity #SupportPalestine #SaveLives #EmergencyRelief