21 - the last time I cried
December 26. I am not a big crier over my own stuff. I cry at Hallmark ads. Certain songs at church can make me teary. Anytime I read scripture or publicly pray I choke up. When my family was at family week with my brother in Sierra Tucson, I wept buckets over a man named Fred (one brother asked the other during a session if I knew Fred) whom I had just met.
December 26, however, found me quite tearful. Mr. L was out running, and I had begun to take down Christmas decorations, when I became overwhelmed with sadness over my brother's death. I think also, this was a great Christmas with the boys and their infectious excitement, and it was over. Too soon, they will lose some of the magic of believing in Santa and elves and flying reindeer. So, I cried.
day 21 - last time I cried - check
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