I have learned a lot in these four years since Dominic ran ahead ahead to heaven.
But what a price to pay for wisdom!
It’s certainly not one I’d have agreed to up front.
Yet, here I am, older and oh, so much wiser, than I would have been if I had not buried a child.
Sometimes I resent that I wasn’t given the choice. I would trade any wisdom, no matter how beautiful and valuable for the life of my son.
But since I cannot have him back, I’m trying hard to pay attention to the lessons grief is teaching me. I try to embrace the insights sorrow is showing my heart. I will not treat lightly any wisdom I may find in this Valley. I won’t dishonor my son’s life by making little of the things his death has revealed to me.
And I will not stay silent.
I will shout from the rooftops, from the hillsides, from any bit of altitude I can gain that the most important thing in life is love.
Love of God.
Love of people.
Nothing else really matters.
Everything else can be bought and sold.
But love cannot be traded for money-it is priceless, eternal and immortal.
Our bodies don’t last forever, but love does.
Our hopes may be dashed, but love lives.
Our breath may be exhausted, but love never runs out.