The lights of the emergency vehicles were twirling. The wailing sound of a woman with a broken heart was haunting and tragic. Two days later, we were still talking about it. I don’t think I have ever heard so much grief in a voice. I am all too familiar with tears that follow along with grief. Unfortunately, that’s how the cards of life are sometimes dealt.
As someone whose eyes get misty with alarming ease, I don’t see tears as a sign of weakness. I see them as tears of strength, and as an insight into what makes us human.
One of my all time favorite quotes is by Washington Irving, who very eloquently proclaimed:
“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.”
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