Hello, tears. Welcome back
THURSDAY, October 14 – After waking up around six-thirty, I’m sitting on the john when suddenly I start bawling. Without warning. The same kind of crying fit I had almost daily last October and November. There was something comforting about it, although I can’t say exactly why. It occurs to me that having a good cry on a regular basis isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Diary of a Widower 
just read this ,,, am glad amidst the pain,, i got a smile
Thanks, that made me smile 🙂