CRYING! What has made you cry as an adult?
Loosing friends in 911, loosing a friend to drug use, Parkland shooting, my dad dying of cancer, having to put my dog down.
My first grandchild, ending a 28 yr marriage, my mother's death, a couple broken hearts, driving through the Rockies, and giving my rescue cat back to her first family.
It seems wrong to 'like' your statement AA. Peace and love to you!
Sorry ....Mr. Ardent with time
some pain seems reduced
I cry everyday for my son, too. Fucking hate the world. It just keeps going on, as if it had any reason to do so.
Anything emotional.
Particularly memorable events are the night I defied the nurses after being shot and, after crawling out of my hospital room into the corridor, holding my bottle of drip, I clawed myself upright against a wall and then, in the dead of night, practiced stumbling along the wall, ignoring the pain, until at last I was able to walk across an 8 foot gap to a seat, where I was found crying - because I had taught myself to walk again - for the second time in my adult life.
However, hearing a grandchild has done well makes me well up, as does many an event from weddings to funerals.
SHOT!!! That does it........ I'm coming to get you.......... Spain is a dangerous place! Mon Dieu, it's hard to empathise ....... I'm too shocked!
@Abbelyne @Abbelyne This wasn't Spain - Where I live, in Mojacar, violence is a true rarity.
The being shot was in Kenya, and my would-be killer was a policeman (There's a bit about it on my profile)
However, Kenya was far less "eventful" than Uganda, where I lived during the final five years of Idi Amin's dictatorship. There, I saw some terrible sights and survived some pretty "hairy" moments. I've survived so many times when the odds were well stacked against me that I am quite philosophical about life.
@Abbelyne I went to Kenya, then back to Uganda after he was ousted, and then back to Kenya as the Technical manager for Kenya, before becoming the Technical manager for the entire East and Central Africa zone. It was whilst I was back in Kenya that I got shot, in 1983.
I eventually left and went to Italy in 1987, before settling in Spain in 1988.
Having grown up with violence, I am reasonably inured. At the age of eleven a couple of elderly women living 150 yards away were attacked by a Mau Mau gang. One of them lost her wrist, cut off by a panga (the East African version of a machete.) as she tried to defend herself.
I grew up on farms, and from the age of two I had watched cattle being wrestled to the ground and having their throats cut, the blood being collected as they died, and then the cow being butchered. It all seemed natural to me. Death is an essential part of life, I suppose.
@Abbelyne Kick my arse a few times please. I haven't added to it for a year!
The last Presidential election!
Oh yeah, I cried off and on all day about that. I just couldn't believe it.
Along with howling and gnashing of teeth ......... even as far away as Australia!
@seaspot_run Funny......they seemed to believe it in Russia!
@Abbelyne lol
I've had many reasons to cry. My Ex killed himself, my Mom died after falling and breaking her leg, My dog developed heart disease and had to put her down @ age10. The last 2 were last year, I'm still dealing with grief, I think I always will. I'm crying now.
Shocking trauma! More power to you, to cope CK xxx
I don't know how we can get older without losing - and crying. Both parents gone, also my younger brother, and his son too. Plus several beloved kitties. There are days when I have tears just under the surface. Glad we have each other. And I still have one kitty, who is now 15.
@Abbelyne He was a beautiful dog. I loved him!
...I'm sorry to hear each of these
burdens
So many things. But heartbreak has been by far the worst.
Yes, I'd sooner have physical pain any day.
Agreed. I'd take childbirth over heartache any day of the week.
The first time I cried as an adult was over a young man from South Chicago.
George was a soldier in my platoon in training. He had joined the army to get away from crime, poverty, and violence. He wasn't a really smart person but tried very hard to learn the necessary skills and graduate. If he failed he would end up back where he came from.
I spent hours working with George. I explained things over and over and showed him what he needed to know. The night before our last "gate test" we were up until 2am practicing the hands on skills he had to perfect. George never complained, never got frustrated, and apologized profusely for every mistake.
During the test I stayed close and coached him and quizzed him until the last second before he had to demonstrate his proficiency in each task. He passed barely, but he passed and became a scout in a cavalry squadron.
We graduated from training on July 27, 1990, and went to separate posts. On August 2, Iraqi forces invaded Kuwait.
It wasn't until 4 years later that I learned that George was killed in Iraq. I cried because this guy worked his ass off to try to make it out of a shitty life. I also cried because of I hadn't helped him he would have failed, and if he had he wouldn't have been in Iraq. I cried because I contributed to his dying and he was fucking grateful for it.
Certain songs from time to time have me well up. It's not always a guarantee, but the right song at the right time can have me crying.
Most times I just get chills and goosebumps, but take today for instance. I was listening to Tragic Overture by Brahms, and parts of the song has me all choked up and teary eyed.
I had to hold it back a bit as I was at work, but if I were to play it now, I don't feel the same way about it. It's odd...I'm odd...help me.
Lol, yours is the only response that has made me laugh BW.......... and I really did laugh out loud. You've cheered me up
@Abbelyne Glad I could give ya a good laugh. Made my day
@BeardedWonder You're priceless BW
Many things. Mostly the love of my friends.
You're a fortunate man, LS!
Yes, I am. And I always remember that.
Graduating Basic Training, breaking up with my last girlfriend and dealing with my dad, who was charged for sexually assualting a child.
Stay strong RM......
Dealing with the conflict involved in supporting your dad must be very conflicting! Hang in there!
@Abbelyne trust me, we were not supporting him. I actually testified against him for the physical abuse he gave me as a child. He was charged with mulitiple accounts of sexually abusing children. 65 year sentence, with no parole, reduction or probation.
@RandyMoose 65 year sentence! Wow! Well RM, I hope you have support for yourself. Abuse as a child takes a long time to heal, resolve, work out........ I know from my own experiences. It's not just the direct results of the original abuse, but the fact of choosing partners in adulthood who are also abusers, that causes an on-going nightmare.
I can remember distinctly 4 times:
I'm glad that sometimes the happy events make the painful ones more bearable.....
When my amazing, wonderful, happy cat went missing last year. He was only 7. We were supposed to have so much more time together.
When I think about how I will probably have to put my old man cat down within the next year or so.
Lots of other things over the years due to boys, army BS, and work BS.
Oh yes....... having a pet go missing sometimes seems worse than when they die. My cat disappeared 8 years ago (he wouldn't have wandered off)....... and I've spent all that time mulling over the endless possibilities of what might have happened to him Take care R