I’ve been so emotional these last couple of days. Mind you, I haven’t yet lost myself in those wrenching tears that I feel I should be crying for Larry, my dear husband and soul mate who I have loved for lo, these many years.
But I have cried because I haven’t cried. And I have cried for dear friends who are hurting. And I have cried with joy as I see God working in my life and in the lives of those who I hold dear.
And I am crying as I write this because I am just so darn proud of our son, Nick, who is turning into a man before my very eyes. He has grown so much in these last couple of months. We just passed one month since Larry died. And Nick is doing so well in school. He is showing leadership and is standing up for a couple of classmates who are being picked on. He has plans to talk to the principal of our school tomorrow to let him know what is going on. Because he understands it is the right thing to do. I am so very grateful that Larry lived long enough to see the first seeds of this transformation in our son. And I know in my heart that he sees how Nick is progressing and is bursting with the same pride I am.
And I am crying because, by golly, I do have emotions. I’m not the cold fish I was beginning to think I was.