If there’s one thing I know about, it’s tears. A
widow has an intimate knowledge of tears; we’ve wept copious amounts of tears.
We cry a lot in the beginning, so much it’s a wonder we’re not in a constant
state of dehydration.
We cry at the drop of a hat, in fact, anything can
set us off and have us weeping. A song we enjoyed with our husbands, the scent
of his cologne, a piece of jewelry he wore that we kept. It doesn’t take much
and we’re off and running again. A love story can have us in a complete
meltdown in seconds.
Years later, I still cry sometimes, but what I’ve
learned is the therapeutic effect of those tears. They help the spirit to heal.
When the pain grows too great, tears help reduce the tension and lessen that
But, I am thankful for the tears, because it means I’ve
lived and loved and yes, unfortunately, I’ve lost people dear to me, especially
my husband. I thought we’d have longer with each other. Still, I’m grateful for
the time we had and I wouldn’t change that. We were happy together and that’s
more than some people have.
Be thankful for your tears and smile at your
memories. Don’t cry because he’s gone, smile because he was in your life even
for just awhile.
Dry your eyes and grab a copy of my book, Widowhood Is Not Funny, available online everywhere, as an e-book.
And as always, I'm here, I'm listening & I'd love to hear from you!
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