A good cry can heal when you are a grieving widow. When Donnie died I cried. I would cry over everything and nothing. I remember driving down the road and all of a sudden I felt this heavy feeling of home sickness, as if I was away from home as a child at summer camp. The tears just started flowing and I wondered how I could go on. I think most of my fellow sister widows experience this same type of grief related tears.
The years went by and I stopped crying as much, but I also had times where I had a bottled up feeling from not releasing my grief. Crying is a “cleanse”, a healing both physically and mentally.
Then I had my first grandchild and my tears flowed. For the first time in years I cried for Donnie and the empty space in our home. Full blown crying, some were happy tears for my new grandchild and some were sad tears because Donnie never got to be a grandfather.
But in my sadness I healed because I could release my pain and stress in my tears. Don’t be afraid of your tears and don’t hide your grief.
All I can say is never underestimate the value of a good cry.