I'm reading blogs this morning before heading off to work (yes, I have to work on Memorial Day), and some folks are writing about or just putting pictures up to honor the men and women who fought and died for our country over the years. It's making tears well up in my eyes. So it got me thinking about all the things (some really silly) that make me cry and the surprising things that don't.
Comedy Goddess was writing about watching a parade and how she welled up seeing a WW II vet being honored for his service. I remembered that parades make me cry! I know! It's silly! Thanksgiving Day parades, New Year's parades, Memorial Day parades, 4th of July parades. The floats go by, the scout troops, the kids on decorated bikes.... and here I am with a huge lump in my throat! I don't know what it is!
Other things that make me cry.
Christmas Carols sung in church. The choir starts up and my throat closes up.
Seeing Relay For Life teams, all in the same shirt in honor or or in memory of a certain person. I was waiting for a table in a diner on Mother's Day and Philly had their Race For The Cure. There were several families also waiting for tables and everyone had identical shirts on, and I'm sitting there like a blubbering idiot, trying desperately not to cry.
Spending the day at the Relay For Life in our town last year, and listening to the speeches and watching the survivors, all wearing their purple shirts, doing their lap. Watching John walk by in his shirt, so proud to be counted with the other survivors. (It's the ONLY time I'll ever get that man to wear purple! LOL)
Hearing the recording of my daughter, Gina singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow in her clear 16 year old voice. I heard that kid rehearse that song over and over. I probably had to hear it 20 times before I could get through it without choking up. It's been 8 years since her high school did that play and if I put the video on, I get choked up all over again. God! That girl can sing and act like nobody's business!
Some movies make me cry. Of course, now I'm blank on which ones will. It's not the ones you'd think though. Not movies like Sleepless in Seattle and other sappy chick flicks. If I think of them, I'll add them, just for fun.
John, big tough soldier John cries at the drop of a hat at movies. He never used to though. but as he gets older, he's turning into an old softy and movies that don't affect me at all have him sitting there with tears streaming down his face. I think it's sweet and he's glad I don't make fun of him.
My youngest kid is graduating from high school next Tuesday. I'm not sure if I'll cry during that ceremony. We'll see.
Speaking of Memorial Day, I want to remember my Uncle Francie Curry who was a gunner and died when his plane went down in Italy during WW II. He's buried at Anzio, Italy.
So, what sets your waterworks starting? C'mon! You can tell me! I won't tell anyone. I swear!