“I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most, ‘Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.’”1 Written by English poet laureate Alfred Lord Tennyson. Completed in 1849 and first published in 1850. It was a poem to his beloved friend Arthur Henry Hallam who died suddenly of a cerebral hemorrhage while visiting Vienna, Austria in 1833. They met while both were students at Trinity College, Cambridge, England.
Even though Tennyson was deeply moved and devastated by the loss of his good friend and the grief was sometimes almost too much to bear, he still considered having known and had such a good friend was better than to have never known him at all. Therein lies a lesson for all of us. Sometimes we get so burdened down with losses and the pain of grieving that we forget the good that was ours at the time we did have having and holding that which we treasured.
A term for this may best be expressed as “Precious Memories.” Such remembrances are like a soothing balm to the wounds of having lost something or someone so dear. So the next time your eyes fill with tears over the loss you suffered, just start covering the scars with your precious memories. As the chorus to that old song goes: “Precious memories how they linger, How they ever flood my soul. In the stillness, of the midnight. Precious sacred scenes unfold.” – Dr. Robert R Seyda
1 Alfred Lord Tennyson: “In Memoriam A.H.H.” § 27