You know, I still haven't figured out why we all try so hard to not cry in public. When we lost our Yogi dog - he was our first big loss, and it was a very difficult situation - I went back to work and, if I needed to cry, I just did. I'd just be sitting at my desk working and become overwhelmed by the sadness for a moment. The tears would come, and slide down my cheeks, like little bits of sadness, regret, fear, emptiness falling out of me. Very quickly, there would be fewer tears, they wouldn't be as hard, they didn't happen as often. Everyone at work knew what had happened, so I never had to explain it to anyone, thankfully.

Like everything else, it gets easier with time.

Hugs and butterflies,
~T~