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AndrewAxland
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When I was living in Poland, one summer, my best friend there decided to take a “vacation” in the town I was living in, his hometown. To visit it as tourists might.It makes me shiver to think of all the unfortunate parents who suffered undue anguish that probably lasted a lifetime.
We explored around and encountered lots of things that he did not know even existed there. The thing that made the greatest impression was something we found exploring the woods by the Catholic cemetery. In a clearing in the middle of the woods was a small plot of makeshift graves with home-made headstones that turned out to be for children that had died without being baptized, mostly from the end of the war to the early sixties. At that time, they were not allowed to be buried in the Catholic cemetery. The families buried them in this improvised plot nearby.
What was most heart-wrenching was that many of the little graves were still maintained, some with candles and flowers on them, forty or more years after the deaths of the children buried there.
That was fourteen years ago, and I’m confident that if I were to revisit the place, I would still find that some of these graves have not been forgotten. The loss of a child is not something that a parent forgets for the rest of their lives.
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