Are you a woman? Do you remember what puberty was like?
Now, set that aside for a moment and think about the first time you experienced the loss of someone you truly loved. The first death of a close family member or good friend. This first, sour taste of grief is just gut wrenching. And as we all know, it doesn’t get better with the next experience. You just know that you will live through it.
Go back to the feelings of puberty. Do you remember how miserable you felt? How you would sometimes cry for no reason that you could think of? How you would get so sad? I remember listening to this song that had excerpts from live news coverage when President Kennedy was shot, when Robert Kennedy was shot and from Martin Luther King Junior’s “I Have a Dream” speech and then coverage of when he was shot. I would listen to it over and over and over and cry and cry. I remember hating myself at times and everyone around me other times. Those hormones flying around in our bodies are nothing to take lightly! They are mean little things, I’m telling you!
Well, as it turns out, my poor granddaughter #1 is indeed mourning her mother’s loss and trying to understand it while she is indeed entering puberty. Lord, help us all. If you are reading this and are of the praying sort, please pray. For #1, for her father and for her siblings who will be within striking distance.