Omigoodness, I’ve cried more today than I have in the last six months, if not longer. A cousin of mine died of a heart attack today (I found out after I’d already written my earlier post about how frustrated I’ve been feeling). I cared about him a lot, but I think that hearing of his death has opened up a floodgate of tears that I’ve been holding back for a very long while.
I’m crying for his family. I’m crying jealous tears for his heavenly reunion with my brother and our other deceased family members. I’m crying because I don’t even know why. I don’t think that I’m normally an overly emotional person; I can usually be the voice of reason amidst other peoples’ panic; yet, right now, I’m a blubbering fool. I think I’ll just go to bed and hope that I don’t wake up congested with a headache and a sopping wet pillow.
faith, sweat & tears 
I was looking through the blogs dealing with grief and came across this one. I’ve cried more in the past year than I have the other 60 years of my life, I’m sure. Since last August I’ve mourned the deaths of four cousins, my husband and my mother. I’m unable to sleep well, I’m terribly depressed, and I’m working on making things better. Your blog is such a help for me. Thanks.
Thanks so much for your comments, Joann. I write because it helps me to process my thoughts, and I would keep writing even if no one read it, but it sure means a lot to know that we can walk on this journey together. I will be praying for you as you trudge through your own grieving process. There is no simple answer, but I read a quote recently that struck me: “The trick is to just keep breathing.” That’s really all we can do sometimes — breathe, pray, take a step forward; repeat.