January 15, 2012
Crying is a Strange Thing
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My dad hated, hated tears. He would have loved Tom Hanks in A League of Their Own and his famous line, "There's no crying in baseball!"
I think Dad hated crying because he felt powerless as to what to do. He always tried to reason with me, not sothe me. "Okay, what's this all about?" he'd say as he sat down. "I can't help you unless you quit crying and tell me what happened." Then, he'd go about solving the problem. I got to where if I really wanted to cry to just get it out, I'd hide in my room or run out to the barn (we lived on a farm).
Someone of my generation asked me once if I'd ever seen my dad cry. I answered right away, "Yep, three times. When his dog died, when JFK died, and when he had to sell his beloved Cessna and the new owner flew away with it."
As odd as it seems, I seldom cry myself. Even if it is really sad. Yet, I think I cried four times in the penguin movie, "Happy Feet." go figure. It is almost to the point I can cry easier over something good than something bad. I'm a weird one!
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Posted by Nancy Rossman
on January 15, 2012 at 9:54 AM
in Crying |
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