It started out innocently enough.
I was on my lunch break at work and decided to catch up on some of "my blogs."
I first read this post, which is a thank you letter to a former teacher. The post in and of itself isn't sad but, as I was reading, the memories came flooding back of new school years, past teachers and their influence, and learning. The next thing I know I found myself with tears rolling down my cheeks for the memories of years gone by.
I finished that post and scrolled down to this post which is a beautiful memory of a father's "ugly sweater" and the joy of dancing. My own father is having surgery in a week and a half and though I know everything will be fine, there is still that "what if?" in the back of my mind. I also found out yesterday that the father of a girl in Relief Society (I'm the RSP) died this past week. The girl is just 18, yet she is so strong.
The tears continued for fathers and memories and loved ones.
The above post led me to this post, by the same author. The post is a Father's Day tribute to her dad, the owner of the "ugly sweater".
The tears increased.
At this point, I was very glad my co-workers were at lunch so nobody could see me. I hate crying in front of other people- my nose gets runny and my eyes get all red and puffy and it's not pretty. I kept telling myself that I needed to "pull it together!"
So, I dried my tears and went back to Google Reader where I found this post. I should have known from the title: "Sad" that it would indeed, be sad, but no, I went ahead and read it anyway. Might as well get all my tears out at once. It tells about a family whose little pet rabbit died today.
Even more tears as I empathized with losing a pet.
I know emotions are good, but not at lunch time...
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