There’s no one who would understand what I’m going through. When you said goodbye to me, I did not let it show I was breaking inside. I haven’t let anyone else see either. But when I am alone, about all I do is cry over what has been lost. My grief is long and deep. H.C.
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.