I love movies that make me cry.
The kind where it just happens-no warning, no control.
If a film can bring that out of me, it automatically ranks high on my list…
even if the critics don’t agree.
I love a good cry.
Uncontrollable tears. The kind you can’t hold back even if you try.
This week was a hard week.
There were tears at my dad’s bedside during his final farewell.
Tears as the minister spoke gently to him, telling him it was okay to let go of this life.
Tears watching my sister sob uncontrollably, grief spilling out of her in waves.
And I know tomorrow, when I stand to deliver my eulogy, I will not make it through without crying.
But maybe that’s the point.
Because I’m no longer hiding my tears.
I learned, early on, that crying was a weakness. Something to suppress. Something to be ashamed of.
But it isn’t.
It’s not weakness-it’s truth. It’s presence. It’s love with nowhere else to go.
Being empathetic. Being sympathetic. Feeling deeply.
These things don’t make us fragile.
They make us human.
And maybe we need more of that in this world.
Not less.
More softness. More honesty. More permission to feel.
A good cry isn’t something to avoid.
Sometimes, it’s exactly what we need to stay connected to what matters most.