Occhiuto remembers his son Francesco: "I hope this pain makes sense"

“Francesco, me and the other family members we thank you for the many manifestations of affection, closeness and comfort. I didn’t have the strength to reply first and to the many messages, because the pain is too big. ” Mario Occhiuto, Senator of Fi and Father of Francesco, the thirty -year -old researcher who died last Friday after having fallen from a window of his home.

“We have always spent the last two years together. He traveled and lived with me in Rome to follow his research contract with the University, and in the rest of the week He had started practicing his profession as a psychologist and to attend the psychotherapy course. All with its simplicity, essentiality, sweetness and goodness of mind – the memory of the political exponent – read a lot, loved to reflect, question the true sense of life. You can’t imagine how special it was. He had only one dream, a single project: help those who were sick. Because he knew it well what he meant. An inner battle fought in silence, Against those distorting thoughts that attacked him. And in this he was very good: he could not leak anything outside “.

“With me, however, every now and then he let himself go a little more. He confided, and together we tried to find a way for lighten that weight. With the help of some specialists we tried to improve things, and for a while it seemed almost that we had succeeded. We went together in the car in Lourdes, To find the Madonnina, in the hope that he would give us help, an answer, a little peace. I thought I could protect him, I thought we would make it. But no, “he adds.

“I hope with all my heart that this pain makes sense And that, to welcome him, there is a paradise. Because if there is someone who deserves it, it is he – concludes Occhiuto – It remains an unbridgeable void to us. And to me, even the certainty that the last two years next to him have been the most beautiful, the most intense, the most true of my life. Each of his embrace filled the heart of an infinite joy. Now everything seems suspended to me, without direction. I feel emptied, as if life had lost its meaning. If it weren’t for those who still need me, I don’t know how I could go on. But this does not matter and I know I have to do it. Thank you again of all for everyone for making us feel less alone in this pain that will never end. ”