There is a Sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and unspeakable Love. ~Washington Irving
I have been quite busy album-making for Christmas. Over the past month I have gone through thousands of photos!
One of the most touching photos I came across, was a photo of Vic where she is crying. She was not crying from pain or fear. She was crying from pride and happiness…
Then I saw this “Status” of an old schoolfriend and I knew I had to post about the sacredness of tears. I posted the quote earlier but after going through the photographs I decided to actually write about Vic’s tears.
Vic was a little girl of about 7 years of age. We were driving home from the school sports day. I looked in the mirror and saw the tears running down her cheeks….
What’s wrong angel? I asked
“I also want to run Mommy….” She said
I have seen tears of pain in her eyes more times than I wish to remember.
I have seen tears of fear shimmering in her eyes many, many times.
I have seen tears of sadness roll down her cheeks…tears of despair…
I have seen tears of resignation
I have also seen tears in the eyes of her Gastrointestinal Surgeon when he said “No More”
But the tears that I will always want to remember are the tears of pride that Vic has cried. She has cried at Jon-Daniel’s Prize Giving’s, school concerts and when Jared plays guitar in Church and at recitals, Jared’s confirmation…
Vic’s tears are sacred. They are like rain on the windows to her soul. In the words of Eileen Mayhew” “Let your tears come. Let them water your soul.”
I love you angel child! Maybe you will cry tears of happiness again one day…