Have you ever received something that was bittersweet? I’m not talking chocolate. I’m talking a gift or possibly an heirloom. Something that you didn’t expect or had forgotten about and then found it much later. This happened to me recently.
I was cleaning out my email inbox and a gift was waiting there for me. The sender was my oldest sister and I assumed it was a photo of my Dad. The month of the email made me think this and I knew she had taken a few for me. What I found when I opened the attachment was not a photo but a video.
The video is of my Dad telling me a story. He is holding my hand. When it began to play it was like my mind could not wrap itself around what was playing. It wasn’t long and the tears began to fall. They were a mixture of tears of sadness for missing him and tears of joy for being able to hear him speak.
This is my bittersweet gift.
Treasure it, yes I will. Dwell on it, probably not. I will keep it safe and take it out on days when I feel the need. Too many views wouldn’t be right and too little would be sad. So a happy medium I shall find with this bittersweet gift I’ve been given.
Grace is a gift,