This beautiful little book is worth a read for anyone who is grieving, whether your loss is recent or in the distant past.
I lost three babies to early miscarriages last year, and the grief was unreal. It took me a long time to get to a place where I could think about my lost children without immediately weeping. So when I found this book, it both intrigued and frightened me. I wanted to read it -- to get a taste for how I might meet my little saints someday. But I was also dreadfully scared to crack it open and open the floodgates to my tears at the same time.
I predicted that reading this would be dark but with a glimmer of hope for how I, God willing, will encounter my children (and all my departed loved ones) in heaven someday. I finally got the courage to read it almost a year after my first loss, and I must say -- I'm disappointed in myself for not picking it up sooner.
This lovely read is composed of several letters from a priest to a widow who was grieving not just her husband, but several children lost at an early age. The writer is both gentle in his tone with her, and yet fervent in his instructions to be uplifted by what some of the doctors of the Church and some of the most well-respected, admired saints in history have to say about the hope of eternal life and the Church Triumphant.
I was dreadfully wrong to think this book would bring me down in the slightest. Instead, it lifted me up and helped me to see my sweet babies as gifts -- and to look ever more forward to sainthood, be that much more motivated to walk the right path in this life, and to be increasingly grateful to God for His love and mercy. I can't convey enough what a balm to my still-aching heart this book was.
Please pick it up sooner than later. You won't be sorry.