I was at breakfast with my brother who was visiting Bacalar a few years ago. At my favorite morning haunt I realized that I was sitting in the exact same seat where I last sat with my friend Gabriel before his heart attack and I lost him in my life.
Overwhelmed with emotions I began to cry. My brother responded by directing me to look him in the eye and breathe.
I realized in that moment that Ken was trying to get me to STOP crying. I told him that I was fine with expressing my feelings and didn’t need to stop. He looked at me confused. “I cannot relate.”
Sadly, I think most men and my brother in particular spend a lifetime trying to control feelings. To a degree, so do I.
During Covid, I found myself crying for no apparent reason and it scared me. I managed to get my joy back, which brings us to today.
Why are we so embarrassed by tears? I’ve worked for these emotions and I embrace them.
This week Dolly Parton died. The global tributes, playing her songs and buildings all over the world lit up in pink, had me sobbing.
The world lost a great woman this week. If only we could all be a little more like Dolly, sniff.
DOS TORTAS
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