Friday, November 15, 2013
It seems weird, I know, but there was a time in my life when I could not.
Today our community is paying tribute to a young man whose life came to a brutal end after a series of really bad decisions. Despite repeated attempts at rehab, he was caught up in meth and alcohol, and crossed paths with the wrong person at the wrong time.
Years ago, my self-righteous heart would have been hardened by the knowledge of his lifestyle and I would have thought 'he got what he deserved'.
I didn't even know him but those who did told stories and shared pictures. Regardless of his bad decisions, he was once a mother's little baby boy, a young girls first love, someone's best friend.
As my husband held me while I cried, he said 'I'm sorry that you're crying'.
I thought about it and replied, 'I'm not . . . it's good to be able to have emotions again. I'm glad I can cry.'