Thursday evening, when my young teen son returned from a visit with an older women who was recently widowed. They offered to help with mowing or some other like chore and visited a few minutes. He commented that she asked some grief related questions that caused him to remember the night his little brother died and how the dreams he had that night brought him comfort an assurance that his brother, he and we were going to be ok. Then he glanced up at me and said, “We are o.k. aren’t we Mom?” and smiled one of those half smiles teenagers are so inclined to use. I smiled back, agreed that we are and then cried bitter sweet tears.
About 15 minutes ago… Nothing in particular, just feeling alone…
A couple of hours ago. I found out two days ago that my dog has cancer. He’s nearly 13 and I’ve had him since he was 8 weeks old. This is my best friend.
Actually, I’m crying now.
Today after reading andygirl’s experience working at the
Aids quilt exhibition.
Don’t often cry but MsRobyn’s post about her son made me get a lump in my throat.
I am one of those people that cried and cried and cried again over 9/11. I was shocked, I was enraged, but mostly I was extremelly sad for all of New York and what our nation is all about.
Call me silly but I still get tears in my eyes over it. It has become a vision I can pull up all too easy, I can visualize it as if it happened today.
Earlier this week. I suffer from a phobia of the dentist. Not a bit nervous, real phobia.
I have to have a root canal done. Last time I was at the dentist I dissolved into tears and got into the foetal position whilst on the chair. This time I started crying as soon as I heard the drill, but at least got far enough to get my temporary filling replaced. I see the dentist again in January, maybe we’ll get a bit further and get the cotton out of the tooth and put some anti-bacterial in there.
I am a 27yo male. I find it all very embarressing.
Yesterday. I’m teaching To Kill a Mockingbird to my 9th graders, and in Chapter 9 Atticus says, “Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason to not try to win,” or something along those lines.
And then in Chapter 10, Miss Maudie dies after having sworn off her Morphine addiction. Ugh.
Every time I read TKAM, I cry like a wee girl.
Last time I really cried was when I was about 12 years old (about 25 years ago).
I’ve felt like crying lots since then, especially the past couple of years, but can’t make myself. I miss it. Wish I could.
I occasionally get a little choked up thinking about my grandmother (now dead) or watching a touching mcdonald’s commercial or something like that, but for current things, like relationship stresses, real sadness, I just can’t. 