This morning Mel was watching a memorial service being held at Ground Zero on TV. From the bathroom, I could hear the announcers slowly calling off the names of the World Trade Center victims. My eyes brimmed. I went to the living room and stood in front of the TV for a moment. The tears began to flow and Mel said “It’s okay, honey. Go to work, I’ll watch for you.” She knows that I feel deeply for the families of the victims and that this tragedy has made me cry more than I ever have.
I cry at the drop of a hat, it seems. I cry over commercials on TV, news stories, during movies, anytime I watch Animal Planet, reading the newspaper. It’s a pretty regular occurence for my eyes to well up everytime I read, see or hear about sad, or even happy, events involving people or animals. It’s been going on for a while but has been especially bad in the last year. What’s worse is sometimes it’s really stupid stuff and I feel stupid to be crying.
Sometimes I think, “How did I become such a wuss, such a softie?” I used to be much tougher than this. More callous, more cavalier. Even the parrot will say “Hey, big baby!” when I walk by. Occaisionally, I wish I was still hard-hearted… it would save me the emotional exhaustion.
But I know what happened. I gave up being hard on myself, hating myself. Not too long after that Mel came along and I fell in love. Love did it to me – made me a softie. Her too, even though she claims she’s only nice to me. Yep, that did it and I started to cry. My heart was exposed in more ways than I ever expected and now I am a pile of goo. Sometimes she gently teases me about emotin’, as she calls it, but then tells me she wouldn’t have me any other way.
So, I can’t watch TV today, this week even. I can’t listen to the radio. I can’t read a newspaper and have to stay away from news websites. I can’t walk out into the quad or past the chapel today. Hell, I can’t even read some blogs. Doing any of those things brings the anniversary of the worst catastrophe in my adult lifetime front and center, turning me to mush.
This is not just a day of mourning, it’s been a year of mourning. The images of a year ago were seared into my brain and I only have to think about it for a moment before the tears start to slide down my face. I don’t need the media to help me remember, today or any day; they’re relentless and it’s exhausting.
I have started crying at least three times today.<br>I intend to let the tears flow because they help cleanse my soul.<br>Right now ABC is showing clips of the Brits singing our national anthem last year. More tears. Clips of many other nations mourning our losses in their own way. More tears.<br>Anti American demonstrations today in the Middle East. Angry tears.<br>Just let them flow, I say.<br>
I caught the hubby watching the ceremony this morning. He had said the past few days how he didn’t want to see it. I asked him why and he said that he couldn’t find anything else to watch. For both of us, we want out of it all…but we keep finding ourselves in the middle of it all.
Same here, I cry so much more easily during the past year. I don’t even remember how long it took to stop the almost non-stop tears that started that morning. I went to bed last night with the worse sense of dread I’ve ever had. I agree with Karen – let them flow.
I’ve been crying on and off for a couple of days now… I haven’t watch any TV, but I listen to NPR, where the stories feel less circus-like and more inspirational and thought-provoking. And I just let it flow, and if it becomes too much, i turn it off. I expect to cry more later tonight.
I can’t even finish reciting the Pledge of Alligence (sp? — i’m in a hurry) without choking up and crying… don’t even try to get me to sing the National Anthem.<br><br>I’m letting myself cry. I’m letting myself feel it. I don’t want to cut myself off. I want to see the positive that has come of it. And it *is* there.<br><br>Yes, I’m exhausted… but I’ll be fine. And sleep will come… eventually.
I cried despite myself. What the hell; it’s cleansing.
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