The value of a moment years past, thinking it was only grief at that time, but knowing today the moment was valuable.
How can grief be nostalgia become of value, it can!
Grief to most of us always means sorrow, a loss, tears, a broken heart.
As time passes, acceptance of the crisis is different for each of us. Speaking for myself, my worse experience was watching my daughter — her husband both suffering over the death of their three-year-old son; while dealing with my own grief. I remember that first Christmas after the fact, walking through the store, looking at the variety of toys for my grandchildren, and bursting into tears at the thought of him who was no longer with us.
Now twenty-two or so years have passed, I finally see God’s hand, His will. He has truly blessed us all; we still have him; he is our sinless little saint in heaven! We know this because we ask him to talk to God for us when we need a favor, and it is done. The child was adopted; he was the answer to many prayers at that time, now he helps us when we pray.
God gave him to us for a little while; he was indeed God’s chosen one.
I wrote the story on my blog in detail about this child; if you would like to read it, you might better understand why we are so blessed. You can find it here –> below.