Men of reddit, when was the last time you cried and why.
The last time I cried, I could see the people, Long ago in the rain, Waiting as the soldiers put them all on a train, And the hands on the bars, the eyes full of tears, And the word is the same, for a thousand years, Eli Eli Lama, oh Lord, you have forsaken me, Eli Eli Lama, oh Lord, you have forsaken me; The last time I cried, I could not.
During the last summer of my grandfather’s life, I was not fortunate enough to spend more time with him; I worked every single day. Unmindful of what the future would bring, I think I wished and thought that my grandfather would be well and strong forever. Sadly, my grandfather’s health began to go downhill, and he had to go through various treatments to maintain his life, such as.
The last time I cried I was sitting home and it was deep in the night Staring at the shadows and the flickering lights Giving all that I had To take them away Giving all that I had To make them pay The last time I cried I could see the people, long ago in the rain Waiting as the soldiers put them.
I cried real tears on a subway just reading Tressie McMillan Cottom's introduction to this book. Then cried harder at home, when I dug into the essays. And then laughed out loud as I polished off the last one, and was sad that it was already over. Tressie is a treasure and this collection is a gem. She connects, in every meaning of the word--the book is packed with lines that hit like a gut.
The last time I cried when watching a movie was when king Theoden led his cavalry in a desperate attack against orc armies in Minas-Tirith (it is from “The Lord of the Rings”). Interstellar gave me the same feeling of witnessing something epic and eternal: the force and strength of the human spirit, hope, and love. I do not care about scientific credibility or factual mistakes made in the.
I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn’t tell him what I had inside my heart. Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished. One day I got a letter with an invitation to a wedding. It was from him; I was happy and sad at.
A powerful essay by Roslyn Dee on a five year journey through grief after losing her beloved husband. When writer Roslyn Dee’s husband died five years ago, she was left tortured to the point of.