Maybe in heaven all our losses are not forgotten. Maybe they’re returned. Maybe all the broken and strewn parts of ourselves come back, more alive and connected than they’ve ever been. But regardless of that, this one thing is true: Heaven is where our inescapable sense of loss and incompleteness is overcome. It is the one thing large enough to answer our deepest longings and console our deepest griefs. Our hunger for perfect justice and perfect mercy and perfect joy and perfect peace—all is met there.
Maybe, just maybe, the sorrow is not forgotten, or bathed in the light of perfect understanding. Maybe all of it, every last shred of it, is redeemed, given back.
~ Mark Buchanan [Things Unseen]