Tears fall where they want
Last month saw far too much death. My uncle, my favorite uncle died. He lived in Germany and his kids live in Italy. Jaime's uncle died too... Got to go to that funeral since it was only a drive to Wisconsin with the whole family. My youngest cried at the end of that funeral when they pushed the casket by our row. He didn't cry when we went to view his body. I'm not sure why at that moment but something hit him. Seeing it hit him hit me harder. Then watching his brother, who tends to be the most emotional, comfort him solemnly in an embrace as we stayed seated in the pew was another impact cracking the outward strength I had been showing. Being some comfort myself, I held both of them which did not dry up any tears that were fighting to be free.
Death sucks. I got to break down a bit even more after getting home and teaching the Bible study as I normally do on Wednesday nights. Publicly crying also not on my favorites list but it happens. Especially when you're talking about a subject that can at times bring tears without anything going on in life. Imagining the entire story that's happening through the book of Hosea is so heartbreaking.
Well I told Josh I'd probably make this post tonight since he reminded me of the summer of 2001 and the craziness that was with a post from others at the time... I really wish everyone from that summer had left their LJ up and not purged it. Some of those reads are pretty good nostalgia.