Maybe It's A Medical Issue

Today I have been on the verge of tears all day.

I started the day a little humbled by what was awaiting me today. It was a full plate. I had a PTA meeting I was in charge of; I had a Stake Youth Committee proposal letter to tweak for presentation to our Stake Presidency; It's my day with Tammy; and I have tickets to our HS production of Les Miserables, after having missed it last week due to jury duty. I have been listening to the soundtrack the past couple of days.

At our PTA meeting, the principal of the school hosting us showed a beautiful Patriotic Program slide show set to music. Black and white photos of servicemen in World War II, of flag draped caskets, of fighter jets. It was set to some beautiful music. It was powerful. I felt so blessed to be an American.

Then I again, listened to the soundtrack from the Broadways casts of Les Mis. That music draws out almost the same tender feelings that slide show did. The idea of being blessed; of looking to God for help; of recognizing His providence in my life. The first time I saw this show I wept almost all the way through it. Even in the bawdy bits. In it's purest essence, it is a story of redemption, love and forgiveness. What's not to cry over in that?!

Then I spent the afternoon with Tammy. Her other friend, who usually relieves me in the afternoon, was out today because her daughter miscarried her baby early this morning. She was elbow deep in trying to comfort her daughter and mourn the loss of her grand baby. She called to let me know she had talked to Mr. Rick and they had another plan for this afternoon. While on the phone with me, she mentioned that she and Mr. Rick had had a real, open hearted conversation last week about how he and their girls had talked to Tammy and basically released her and told her they were OK, that she could go. I hope that is how it went down. That thought brought up some tender feelings for me. Some, of relief that they had finally had that conversation, and some, of hope that Tammy could soon let go and leave this terrible disease behind for better things, and some, that my friend could finally die.

On top of that I watch a DVD with her on the life of President Hinckley, former President of the Church. He was such a wonderful man. I loved to hear him speak especially when he talked of the love he has for the youth of the church. I loved his humor and down-to-earthiness. I know he was a prophet, and the Spirit's witness of that again today brought tears to my eyes.

I don't know that I have ever heard of the medical condition that causes weepiness at the drop of a hat. If there is such a thing, I think I have it. Especially today. I feel like a baby at the time it is happening, but I can't deny that I must be sensitive to those sorts of feelings that bring the tears to the surface easily. I really don't feel ashamed of it. I think I could be, but why worry? I'll just cry about that too.