Anyone who knows me, knows I can cry when I'm sad, or when I'm happy, or when I'm man (especially when I'm mad),when good things happen or bad things happen and when the Holy Spirit washes over me. Show me something sweet and I'll tear up. Show me something icky and I'll fill a bucket with big, bold tears. I'm no longer shy about crying. It's just the way I'm wired.
Yesterday I noticed, other people crying.
My friend, Mary, got weepy when talking to me about "elder care." She asked me to be with her when "her time comes" to shut her eyes. She told me about the vision of Jesus her mother had just before dying. "I hope I have that," said Mary, tears running down her face.
Even though I feel a little like Andrew in Touched by an Angel, I don't have that much experience with people passing over. Still I am pretty sure that each of us has a "knowing" when it's our time to return home. I have nothing scientific to base that on, just a strong belief that it is so.
If I can be, I'll be with Mary when her time comes. And like she asks, I'll hold her hand and close her eyes.
Later that same day, I spent time with Bella. Poor little girl, has her first cold. The whole shebang - running nose, stinging eyes, slight fever, can't breathe and feeling crappy. As I massage lavender lotion into her skin after her bath, she let me know she didn't like that I was being so slow. She wanted to go to bed, and she wanted her mommy. So she did what babies do. She cried. The first time, in three months, I've ever heard her really cry. It was pretty pitiful.
Sometimes, the only way you can express yourself is to let the tears fall. Like watching another person yawn, when I'm around a person who is crying, I usually shed a tear or two myself.
Thinking I should own stock in Kleenex,