Saw this somewhere on Ravelry today and it finally explains clearly why I get choked up and teary eyed sometimes reading about complete strangers and their misfortune.
A young boy was playing at the park and noticed over on the bench an old man who used to come daily to the park with an old woman. But this time he saw the man was alone. The boy moved closer and noticed the old man’s head bowed, eyes closed, tears silently streaming down his face. The boy gently sat on the other end of the bench, unnoticed by the old man until he heard the boy sniffle a bit. The old man glanced over to see the boy looking at him and gently crying to himself. The old man composed himself and asked, “What’s wrong, son?”
The boy said, “I don’t know, but you’re alone today, so I’m just helping you cry.”
Earlier today, I was in a distraction spree reading up and browsing my latest favorite knitwear designer when I came across this heartbreaking story in her blog. I had to fight to keep from sobbing into my keyboard. I know that the tears were in part because of my own mother but it made Joan’s loss seem even more tragic because her mom was happy.