empathy

My Grandma would cook for me during certain visits to her house. It was usually a salad, rabbit food as she called it, and a potato omelet sandwich. She would take my hand in hers and pray before we ate. Grandma always thanked God for me while she squeezed my hand with as strong of an intensity as was her love. Sometimes, I felt embarrassed that someone could love me so much. As a teenager I found her ability to love others to be overwhelming and confusing...almost mystical.

While watching the news tonight I wept for victims down south. I cried while hearing how Chicago is responding. Churches and homes are opening their doors. I just cried.

The embarrassment I felt as a teenager as my Grandmother squeezed my hand, or as she shed a tear while hugging me goodbye, has dissipated.

Love is a risk but a necessity. It is life. Love is not less than or more than. Love is community, friendship and partnership. Embarrassment to feel empathy and love for others is futile.