Why we cry, the truths about tearing up, for each of us....

From the time I was a small child, I didn't cry when someone died
because I knew of the blissfulness they were feeling when the
soul leaves the body. This was looked down on by my family
because they were abhorred that I had no feelings.
They didn't understand how wonderful it feels to leave this life.
I cried buckets with the death of my husband though but
maybe I was crying for my own loss.
 
It feels like everything makes me cry since my stroke... but truth be told I cried a lot before, I was just able to hold it in until I had some privacy (in most cases) I remember one meeting with a male boss where I succumbed. I asked him to ignore my tears and explained it had nothing to do with him or the meeting. And, he shared that it happens to his wife too. He was really great about the whole thing!
So, it's not really crying that I hate: it's crying in front of other people I dislike in most cases.
 
I cry easily. It is something I do when moved about something, whether a poem, a movie, or art. I cry when overcome by happiness as well as when overcome by sadness. Although I write poems, I have tried reciting them, and find myself crying in the middle of the poem because I am moved by the words! So I dare not recite poetry because it takes away from the poem and puts the focus on me! I guess one would call me sensitive.
 
This is a personal story I now share. Years ago a close man friend of mine
was attending the funeral to his dad and brother who were killed in a vehicle
accident, which resulted in immediate death. He had asked me to sit with and
near him for support during the service, and which I was willing to do.

The service was very emotional and difficult for many who attending, family
and friends.

At the end of the funeral he stood still, motionless and said to me " Jan please
put your arms around me, please help me cry, god I want and need to cry but
can't!" So I wrapped my arms around him in understanding and affection and
I kept him in my grip so to say for at least 10 minutes (we were in a private part
of the building just behind the viewing area.) He finally chose to let lose and cry
his heart out, he cried buckets of tears and they ran down onto my face, shoulder
and clothes. Then he cried some more, and more. First time he said he'd ever really
cried hard in his life and was glad he had. Not everyone needs or desires to shed tears,
no wrong or right about it....but when and if one decided to, then let the tears flow
accordingly.
 
This is a personal story I now share. Years ago a close man friend of mine
was attending the funeral to his dad and brother who were killed in a vehicle
accident, which resulted in immediate death. He had asked me to sit with and
near him for support during the service, and which I was willing to do.

The service was very emotional and difficult for many who attending, family
and friends.

At the end of the funeral he stood still, motionless and said to me " Jan please
put your arms around me, please help me cry, god I want and need to cry but
can't!" So I wrapped my arms around him in understanding and affection and
I kept him in my grip so to say for at least 10 minutes (we were in a private part
of the building just behind the viewing area.) He finally chose to let lose and cry
his heart out, he cried buckets of tears and they ran down onto my face, shoulder
and clothes. Then he cried some more, and more. First time he said he'd ever really
cried hard in his life and was glad he had. Not everyone needs or desires to shed tears,
no wrong or right about it....but when and if one decided to, then let the tears flow
accordingly.
What a beautiful, touching story!
 
I cry easily. It is something I do when moved about something, whether a poem, a movie, or art. I cry when overcome by happiness as well as when overcome by sadness. Although I write poems, I have tried reciting them, and find myself crying in the middle of the poem because I am moved by the words! So I dare not recite poetry because it takes away from the poem and puts the focus on me! I guess one would call me sensitive.
This shows your beautiful soul!

I've had, during and after TM, or angelic experiences of blissfulness and light that covered the entire room
and was so incredible, the emotions can't even be explained, where my eyes were full of tears.
But, not sadness. Tears or touching something, certainly not of this world; must be of the Heavens.
 


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