Why do I cry so often, and over almost anything?
First the storied of the people hurt in the Boston Marathon and now (yesterday) more people hurt in the explosions in West, Texas, north of Waco.
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Yesterday April 17, my Dad was on my mind for much of the day, it his birthday, he would have turned 84 , Happy birthday pops!.
Today I watched The Way and ispirational movie about a father and his son broken relationship, and Jesus Ricardo has been on mine mind.
As it is, it doesn't take much for me to cry. I watched the second half after Ana went to bed, 'cause I knew that I would cry during sad scenes and dialogs. She makes fun of me when she sees that I cry when, for instance, we're watching a movie or some documentary that tells a sad story of a child being abused or hurt or anything sad and moving. Maybe is not with malice that she makes fun of me or ridiculizes me, is the way she asks, Are you crying? with a smirk on her face that makes me feel humiliated.
Anyway, I miss my son. For a time, recently, when I went to help him with his truck, I thought that we were getting close again, I was so happy that he had call me to asked for help.
I would still drop anything to go to him at a moments notice. I crave his attention and any words for however small they might be, directed at me. God I am crying again.
I am crying and I don;t know exactly why.
During the movie playing, I was thinking that I would like to walk the Camino de Santiago before I die, even if is the last thing that God would grant me.
Well, that feat is now in my bucket list.
What better way to do it than doing it with my son, my first son, my baby boy.
God, please grant me at least to enjoy the company of my children in my deathbed.
latersss
First the storied of the people hurt in the Boston Marathon and now (yesterday) more people hurt in the explosions in West, Texas, north of Waco.
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Yesterday April 17, my Dad was on my mind for much of the day, it his birthday, he would have turned 84 , Happy birthday pops!.
Today I watched The Way and ispirational movie about a father and his son broken relationship, and Jesus Ricardo has been on mine mind.
As it is, it doesn't take much for me to cry. I watched the second half after Ana went to bed, 'cause I knew that I would cry during sad scenes and dialogs. She makes fun of me when she sees that I cry when, for instance, we're watching a movie or some documentary that tells a sad story of a child being abused or hurt or anything sad and moving. Maybe is not with malice that she makes fun of me or ridiculizes me, is the way she asks, Are you crying? with a smirk on her face that makes me feel humiliated.
Anyway, I miss my son. For a time, recently, when I went to help him with his truck, I thought that we were getting close again, I was so happy that he had call me to asked for help.
I would still drop anything to go to him at a moments notice. I crave his attention and any words for however small they might be, directed at me. God I am crying again.
I am crying and I don;t know exactly why.
During the movie playing, I was thinking that I would like to walk the Camino de Santiago before I die, even if is the last thing that God would grant me.
Well, that feat is now in my bucket list.
What better way to do it than doing it with my son, my first son, my baby boy.
God, please grant me at least to enjoy the company of my children in my deathbed.
latersss
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