On rereading yesterday's Posting, I was struck by an omission ... I hadn't emphasized the tears that M and I both experienced, though seated 50 feet apart, at the celebration of our grandkid's competence and growth as a person. When my Dad was in his Fourth Quarter -- even before entering his abbreviated Overtime -- he would tear-up publicly. I remember -- at our youngest's engagement party maybe 17 years ago -- him tearing up quite openly while I was making some comments to the "engaged" ...
I'm not ready to decide on what allows this .... Is it that the vulnerabilities of human existence can no longer be denied? or is it that one no longer gives two hoots for whether that vulnerability is visible? But there is something cleansing about experiencing the wistfulness that arises in such situations and doing so in front of witnesses.
Who sang: "Big girls? They don't cry-aye-aye! They don't cry. Big girls? Don't cry."
I guess ... Old Folks ... cry-aye-aye!
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