I seem to cry a lot lately. Oftentimes it’s a mere trickle of tears as I look at a Facebook memory of someone who is no longer here. But sometimes it evolves into convulsive sobs. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened in public, unless you count in the car as public. I recall being stopped at an intersection and the song “Cruel Summer” came on my playlist.
Grateful for Grief
Grateful for Grief
Grateful for Grief
I seem to cry a lot lately. Oftentimes it’s a mere trickle of tears as I look at a Facebook memory of someone who is no longer here. But sometimes it evolves into convulsive sobs. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened in public, unless you count in the car as public. I recall being stopped at an intersection and the song “Cruel Summer” came on my playlist.