I’ve been feeling like a faucet. Pretty sure I’ve cried every day in the last two weeks.
Some days it’s just my eyes watering when a memory of Chaz come to mind.
Some days the tears roll down my cheeks when the ache in my heart is too strong.
Some days the waterworks start and stop. Start and stop. Start and stop.
Then there are the days when the reality of my life hits me like a freight train like it did at the beginning. When my eyes overflow with tears and I’m gasping for a breath. Tears and snot mingle. And I want to crawl into bed and run away at the same time.
My tears express the grief that I carry and the love I still carry for Chaz.
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.”
Washington Irving
