I was browsing Facebook this morning and I saw where one of our daughters, Leah, had posted an article. I was cruising through the article and I found it all very interesting because lately at work I’ve been discussing the difficulty of helping college students who have been traumatized and the emotional demands on the helpers. All my discussions have been intellectual and analytical about the topic.
Suddenly tears flowed as I read a quote in the article from one of our grandchildren, Kennedy. I didn’t see it coming. I didn’t have that split second to prepare myself for an emotional encounter. It was raw. It was real. It was not accompanied with self pity, or anger, or any ego attempt to be strong. It was like a thunderstorm that came from a cloudless sky. It was purely…unexpected…tears.