28/12/2014 12.31 Pacific Daylight time

"People all around,but inside me endless emptiness without boundary,the void at times unbearable,yet borne it must be,or life would cease to have meaning and without meaning the unbearable would become unlivable,and live I must,and hope I must,hope that joy of living will return", I wrote almost two years ago now. How do you measure pain? How do you measure grief? Hatidza Mehmedovic still mourning the sons killed in Srebrenica in 1995. Her beautiful face bearing centuries of grief of all mothers who had lost their sons in senseless wars. The mother of the little boy Ben who had disappeared on the island of Kos. The nights she longs to hold his tiny body in her arms and they will always be empty. Day after day the longing,the pain. The abyss of nothingness. And the guilt,the guilt crushing until you cannot breathe.