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ROSARIA

April 4th, 1981 in Wuppertal in Germany... 

I gave birth to my second child, Rosaria. With her the sun entered our house, the joy was so great that my heart burst. Everything was going well, she was growing up and her big eyes seemed to pierce your soul.

Rosaria was about 9 months old... 

when everything collapsed. 

A simple cold, that became more serious every day. The doctor was calm, saying: 'Lady, give the medicines time to take their effect', but I was not calm at all, I saw how she coughed and how suddenly that little bundle became bluish. 

Rush to the hospital, after a while they took us to the ward [afdeling], a strange ward, the rooms were separate, there was a bed and a crib and a glass window from which the nurses talked to me, I could not understand what was happening, no one told me anything except: 'Madam, we still have to wait!'... this every day...

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A month passed... 

where no one could come, only Giuseppe through a glass window.

There was the first diagnosis: pneumonia. But that was not all, the doctors told me, that for them she had a rare disease, but they were not sure of the diagnosis, for this reason they transferred us to another clinic where they studied rare diseases. 

When I left the ward, I realized, reading the writing, that we had been in the infectious disease ward. That's why no one could enter. My blood froze, something was happening, it seemed like a storm was overwhelming us and we didn't know how to shelter ourselves, so all the way I was begging God, to get us out of all that darkness.

We arrived and they took us directly to the ward for rare diseases. 

The days passed with a thousand visits, analyzes, but no answer, it seemed that time had stopped. Until that morning of March 28th came, when the doctors came by for the visit, saying: 'Madam, let's wait the last report, but in the afternoon you will be able to go home.' So I called home for them to pick me up in the afternoon. 

Around 5pm the head physician came into the room, and she said to me: 'Are you alone?' and I replied that soon my husband and father would arrive. The doctor told me, as soon as they arrive to go to her office. I looked at the end of the corridor, then at the clock and I didn't see anyone. 

I looked at the clock again, and it was 5:30pm, here came Giuseppe and my father, so we went to the primary's office, she invited us to sit down but her face promised nothing good. She began to speak saying many technical things and then the sentence: 'Spinal Amyotrophy of the Werding Hofmann Type', and the child will not live more than 14 months.

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I don't know how I survived that moment. 

I had no voice, I had no tears, I just wanted the floor to open, I saw my husband and father cry but I was there, a lifeless being, I felt paralyzed and did not understand where was God, why all this. 

I suddenly left that room and went to the room where I had left Rosaria, took her in my arms and pressed her to my heart, saying: 'No one will take you away from me!' I was crazy, and for days no one could get Rosaria out of my arms, I lost the light of reason.

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For some time... 

there were many thoughts that were whirling in my mind. 

The first of all was that I had not understood well, because I was in Germany, then I wanted to go back to Italy, so I would understand better. Today, I can say that I understood very well, I was hiding only to not accept what was happening, in fact then the Italian doctors all confirmed the same diagnosis.

Time passed and Rosaria was there. 

The years passed and everything seemed to have no logic based on what the doctors claimed. Rosaria was there alive. Exactly after 14 years, Rosaria flew to the sky, March 28th, 1996, at 5:30pm. 

14 months became 14 years. 

The doctors were not mistaken. 

The diagnosis remained the same until the end.

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The doctors of Bologna could not believe that Rosaria had lived so long. 

They expressed themselves thus: 'Only great love and total dedication can do these miracles.'

In the last moments of her life Rosaria, said to me: 'Mom, you see me, I am healed. Dad, Grandma, come and sing the Glory with me and then the Alleluia.' 

But I saw that she was sick. 

In her last minutes, she said to me: 'Mom, now Rosaria is leaving.'

And I replied: 'No, you are here in your bed.'

And she: 'Mom, there is God, I'm going with God!' 

So she flew away with her God of her's... 

that she had so loved.

[bron]