We lost our grandson when he was 32 months old. The diagnosis of a bad heart chamber wall came later than it should have. He had a heart transplant at 17 months and we were blessed to know him without pain for the last 15 months. It wasn’t until two months later, on a rainy Christmas Eve, that I finally let the tears flow. Grief lays deep inside. We don’t want to deal with it. Without letting it out, it will fester and create anger and bitterness. It’s no way to live. We learned to thank God for the beautiful spirit He had given Josh and how much he had taught us about perseverance as he had dealt with the pain for over a year and then taking 22 medications every day for the last fifteen months. Don’t bottle up grief. Let it flow out and dry up.