I remember going to calling hours years ago for my boss who had lost her grandmother. The grandmother, might I add, who had raised her from the time she was a little girl.
I remember that she was having a particularly hard time leaving at the end of the calling hours. She was having difficulty saying goodbye to the woman who had raised her and steadied her through some of the toughest times in her life.
I also remember a woman from her church telling her that she needed to let it go and think of her children. Children that were 17 and 19. I thought at the time that it was an incredibly insensitive thing to tell her. She hadn't even actually buried her grandmother yet and here this woman was already telling her that she needed to move on and let go of her grief.
You put into words better than I've ever been able to that her grief was something that God wouldn't frown on or find her lacking because of and neither should anyone else.
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Date: 2009-11-25 03:54 pm (UTC)I remember going to calling hours years ago for my boss who had lost her grandmother. The grandmother, might I add, who had raised her from the time she was a little girl.
I remember that she was having a particularly hard time leaving at the end of the calling hours. She was having difficulty saying goodbye to the woman who had raised her and steadied her through some of the toughest times in her life.
I also remember a woman from her church telling her that she needed to let it go and think of her children. Children that were 17 and 19. I thought at the time that it was an incredibly insensitive thing to tell her. She hadn't even actually buried her grandmother yet and here this woman was already telling her that she needed to move on and let go of her grief.
You put into words better than I've ever been able to that her grief was something that God wouldn't frown on or find her lacking because of and neither should anyone else.