When I was a kid, I used to get in trouble for crying. Now, I kind of just do it all the time. Periodically, I share what made me cry lately so we can commiserate together like a great big bawly mess.
I remember reading Love You Forever as a kid. Even when I was little, the story meant a lot to me and made me cry. But reading this HuffPo piece about the origins of the story just killed me.
I’m a relatively new reader of the Freckled Fox blog, and I love the posts Emily shares about her family. Unfortunately, she shared the worst possible news about her husband this week:
Our main doctor sat on the bed beside me as I looked at Martin’s scans and tried to understand what she was saying to us. Some of the charts were just big blurry masses where we should have been able to see his different organs, and she was explaining how the disease was moving so quickly and completely taking over. I could feel my heart getting heavier with every word of her explanation. Then she took a deep breath and said those words so apologetically, “I mean we’re talking a few weeks here, maybe.”
I can’t even explain what that felt like. All I know is that I was holding his warm hand, and I saw our five little babies in my mind, and I knew that no matter what happened to Marty that we would all be together. That our family was forever, and that everything would be OK, no matter what.
I can’t imagine being in her position, and keeping such a brave face, and I’m thinking good thoughts for her family. If you’d like to help them pay for some of the medical costs, you can donate here.
I debated about whether or not I should post this, because it’s technically a spoiler. But I’m not sure how a person could be on the internet since the air date of this episode and not see this scene from Game of Thrones:
Ugh. That look on Bran’s face when he realizes why Hodor is Hodor.
What about you? Why have you been crying lately?