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Growth Through Gratitude

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By Chris Jones

I remember sitting at the cemetery with my family as we remembered my son Mitch one summer evening. The air was warm and the grass was cool – it was a perfect summer moment. Yet in our hearts was a dark cloud of grief, and I wanted so much to shield my family from that pain and sorrow.

To each family member I handed a pendant with Mitchell’s finger print, a gift given to our family from a loving client. Each of us held, almost in disbelief, an evidence our son once lived and walked among us. In our hearts we asked ourselves, “How could this be?” It didn’t take long before we started reminiscing about Mitch – we laughed and cried as we talked about the happy times and the sad times. Most of all, we shared our gratitude for all the good things in our life, Mitch being one of them. Though we were all hurting, a little healing happened on that day.

It was this unlikely summer evening that I began to experience growth through gratitude.

Three years have passed and my heart and soul are still tender to the touch – and sometimes my sorrow overtakes me and I weep. Yet despite the grief I feel for losing my son, I have learned to live again – and that is a blessing I intend to keep.

At least for me, I have begun to see a relationship between grief and gratitude. At first glance, they would seem polar opposites … as different from each other as oil and water, fire and ice, love and hate. Yet the more I come to experience grief and gratitude, the more I begin to see they play an important and symbiotic role.

Grief tells our heart things like, “How can I possibly find joy again when so much was lost?” Gratitude responds softly, “Yes, it hurts, but what a blessing it was, even if only a short time.”

Grief screams. It commands and demands. Gratitude whispers. It is soft and subtle.

Grief sees only what was lost, while gratitude sees what was gained.

What I have found most interesting about managed grief is that can lead to more gratitude, and where there is gratitude, there is healing. It is not easy. In fact, grief is one of the hardest forms of work we will ever perform in this life. So, as strange as it sounds, I am grateful for gratitude, for I have discovered that is a key to healing.

I am grateful for my wife and kids and that I was blessed with Mitch in my life. I am grateful for a broken heart, for it has taken me to my knees and taught me deeper things.

Though I have come to know the pains of grief and loss, tonight my heart is overflowing with gratitude for the many good things in life. I am happier than I have ever been since I lost my son. Grief still screams inside me – and there are moments where grief is deeper than deep …. and I weep and weep. But I am also listening to the quiet whispers of gratitude. That gratitude is turning a once barren wasteland of sorrow into a garden of goodness. An invisible place of peace, not seen with the eye but a place where my mind and heart meet. Grief and gratitude are not so separate; at least for me, they’ve become one piece.

As far as I can tell, I experience healing and growth when I find gratitude. That is how I am coming alive again. Gratitude.

Chris Jones is a bereaved father and author of Mitchell’s Journey, a blog that explores the many facets of love and loss and learning to cope with grief. Find him on Facebook or on Instagram. 

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  • Julie Heller
    March 18, 2016 at 12:22 am

    Your blog is so amazing. I wish I could find a better word to describe it. Your words describing your wife and her strength and the love that both you and her have given and still give to Mitchell are so life altering to so many people. You have touched and taught SO many people what it means to truly love your child. Your reunion in Heaven will be an amazing one. The world knows how much you love Mitchell and we know he knows it even more. Thank you for your posts…

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