On my way to the cinema last night, I listened to The Archers on radio 4.
Now, after a two year storyline of the threat of a new bypass being built through the centre of this picturesque and impossibly close knit Midlands Village, we learnt last night, that " route c" is now suddenly being built and Ambridge is saved !
The villagers ( ok Fallon, Ruth, David and Jill) all got pissed at the Bull when the news broke and David made a bravura speech about home, Ambridge and all that is good in this world as the pub regulars ( or the programmes junior researchers) cheered in the background.
I know it was cheesy.
I know it was as real as Donald Trump's next wig
But It made me blub like a baby!
When did you last cry? And What was the cause? ........I 'd love to hear!
“And remember, my sentimental friend, that a heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.” ― L. Frank Baum, The Wizard Of Oz
ReplyDeleteSo when did you last cry AM .?
Deleteevery time I watch that movie. and why aren't you in bed yet?
ReplyDeleteStill up still awake still drinking too much coffee
Deleteonly 8:25p here; I have the baseball game on the radio. where are all the doggies?
DeleteTotally out of the blue, yesterday I thought about my old dog Max. We had to give him away in 1990 when we had to sell our house and move into the only rental we could afford and they didn't allow pets. I remembered he would be about 28 now and most likely dead. I cried quietly behind my sunglasses as I sat on the bus on my way to the dentist. He was the best dog in the world to me.
ReplyDeleteDid you not keep in touch with his owner?
DeleteNo, we thought a clean break would be best. Now of course, I wish I had. But we didn't even get the phone number.
DeleteYesterday morning after watching an episode of "Grace and Frankie" on Netflix, I was suddenly overwhelmed by the realization that I will be losing Tom to his pulmonary fibrosis. Not soon, perhaps not for a few years, but almost certainly our time together is in its final phase. I started crying and went to find him, give him a kiss and tell him why I was crying. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteSomeone said, "There are things we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go.”
Dammit!
Very moving michael thank you
DeleteToday, when I learned that a dear friend's 4-yr-old German Shepherd, her faithful companion & comfort during some really difficult times...joined her for an afternoon nap. My friend awoke, but her dear dog did not. She thinks it was due to a combo heart worm med that he'd just taken (prescription, legit, etc). So in addition to dealing with that shock/loss, she blames herself. Sorry to bring the blog down...you did ask. Hearts are breaking. Thanks for space to write it out.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry for her. That's heartbreaking
DeleteI have always wanted my dogs to die old and in their sleep. Not one has managed it so far
DeleteI cried two hours ago when I saw a clip on the news about a dog who was the last remaining canine rescuer at 9/11. He was 16 years old now and in bad health. As he went into the vets office to be put down, he walked past a line of people in uniforms who all saluted him. Later on, they took him out in a flag draped coffin with all the honors that are given to a hero. Heck, I am crying now, just writing about it.
ReplyDeleteMe too.
DeleteI saw that bit of news too
DeleteYup, that did it for me, as well. Good dog.
DeleteI still grieve for my mom and my beloved pug, they died the same year, in 2009, but the loss still seems so great at times. I ve been ill and lonely and I miss them, yes sometimes cry all these years later.
ReplyDeleteThese memories kinda catch up with you dont they?
DeleteI sobbed for over an hour on Sunday at a Celebration of Life for a friend from my old, old days. Not just for him, but for all of us then and now. Those gone, those of us still here. And for those times which were incredibly special and a huge part of my life.
ReplyDeleteAbout half an hour ago I had a nice little weep ... why ? because my moms cat that I inherited has finally shown me that she accepts me, with a little fat cat head butt. She, as we all are, is mourning the sudden death of my mom. Now she is my cat and my cats are in shock. .. what ? that cat is living here ???
ReplyDeleteNice little weep
DeleteYes sometimes its good for you
Yesterday, out of bitter disappointment. My wedding anniversary vacation plans have been ruined by painful dental problems. (I blogged about it just now). Then my husband was so sweet about it that it made me cry again!
ReplyDeleteI've recently resigned from a board. The secretary grated on my nerves and me on his. I received the nicest letter from him. I think I cried because we had both done our best to be decent human beings and have come out the other end with mutual respect.
ReplyDeleteWatching Marley and Me not long after our Lab' Monty had died.
ReplyDeletei feel terrible because the last time i cried was this morning when i woke up to a misty and foggy, gray, little rainy day. and all i could think of was how happy i was to be here, on our little island of paradise, trying to grow as much of our own food as we can. haven't seen the sun in 2 weeks - just magical mist and fog and i thought of all of the faeries out there dancing because we can't see them. and i cried because i was so grateful to be here...right now...in this place. and i wished that everyone in the world could feel this way.
ReplyDeleteand with that wish came the understanding that some people are living in such awful conditions, some are fleeing their home countries, some have no where to go, some canadians and other international people are living in the streets with no one to love.
geography and life opportunities suck. i wish the best for everyone...and have to cry every single time i remember that some people have it hard. and some people have it even harder. and some people have it the hardest. and i cry and look at my paradise and hope the Lord receives my gratitude and thanks. and hope that i am humble. and hope that the little monthly donations we make to different places somehow make a difference.
i cry because i don't know what else to do. i feel surrounded by beauty and comfort...and it makes me cry...when i am not out fully enjoying it. and then feel badly about it. does this even make sense?
You feel what you feel....no explainations required
Deletekymber, I have done that so many times. I saw a movie once and the girl in the film was crying and the man said why are you crying ? I love you ! And she said " I am crying for happy " ....
DeleteSo when your heart just swells and is too full , you cry for happy ...
thanks for such kind words, NotesFromAbroad.
DeleteWhen visiting the Kennedy Space Center in Florida recently. We were in an auditorium watching a movie about space flight, the moon landing and the Atlantis space shuttle on giant screens.
ReplyDeleteWhen the narrator said "After 26 missions welcome home Atlantis". The screens opened and there, up close and personal was the actual Atlantis space shuttle, so huge and awe inspiring, right in front of me. I was not expecting that and was so overwhelmed with emotion, I burst into tears.
Pam in Texas.xx
I loved this entry
DeleteListening to Dr David Nott on Desert Island Discs on Sunday talking about his work in War zones. I blogged about it. I cried all the way through Cold Play Fix You.
ReplyDeleteRadio , i think , makes me cry more than tv....my imagination runs riot
DeleteYes, i agree. I never cry at abything on tv. Buskers singing often make me tearful too.
DeleteI cried yesterday because I was watching a YouTube documentary of a lady having a baby rather late in life. Her husband was an un-supportive ass and she did most of the laboring on her own. I cried because I lived through the same. I cried because I wanted to tell her that he isn't worth his keep. I cried because now we have Trump and Clinton and that is my worst nightmare. I will cry at the dog food commercial that depicts the soldier coming home and the next Christmas commercial. I cry at everything.
ReplyDeleteNot a great crier myself (my loss!), having been brought up in an environment where it was considered shameful for boys to show 'weak' emotion, what most readily nudges my tear-ducts is music which affects me deeply. The last time it happened was about a week ago when on the radio the final section of the 'Alto Rhapsody' of Brahms was played.
ReplyDeleteOddly for a cineaste, I never seem to connect strongly enough with weepie moments on film which urges
me to cry. I think the last film which brought me to the edge might have been as long ago as 'Schindlers List'.
When I read recently that Jack, from the blog "Daily Dose of Jack", a blog I've followed for some time, had to be put down at seven years of age. Brought back memories of all the dogs we have lost over the years.
ReplyDeleteDriving home from work yesterday and singing along to This Is The Sea by The Waterboys
ReplyDeleteIn the car too!
DeleteYup!......pitiful.
DeleteI always seem to be at the brink of tears - my Mum said that as a child I cried almost every day and she said that I should have long lustrous eyelashes with the amount of watering they got!
ReplyDeleteYesterday when I was reading a story about an 18 yr old cat that had been shot deliberately in the face by a " youth" and could not be saved. The owner said that the very friendly cat probably walked up to him to say hello….that's what finished me off! I also cry when I see an old dog and think of my beloved Dillon who died 3 years ago at the end of June. Thanks for that question John, I now feel really miserable!
ReplyDeleteJohn - I cry so often that I really can't remember. At least once a day something makes me cry - something I read, something on TV or radio, there's no end. As I get older I am certainly more prone to weeping.
ReplyDeleteI do remember that upon my first marriage in 1952, the flowers arrived just as my mother and sister were going to church, leaving me and my father alone to follow. As the florist brough the flowers down the drive I remember my father telling me he would cry when they came in the door, but to take no notice - it was just that he was sorry to see his last born leaving the nest!
What a sweet memory
DeleteWell , Weaver, I just read this and I now I am crying. Good morning :)
DeleteI rarely cry , but the last week I've cried many times . My mother turned 80 yesterday and we have had family visiting and I cried when I saw some family members I've not seen for years . Happy tears . I've also had some sad tears, no idea why but I think it's been such an emotionally intense time I needed to let some of this emotion out.
ReplyDeleteHappy tears are good!
Delete...When I heard the news that the little Japanese boy in the forest had been found safe and well.
ReplyDeleteAs usual , its the comments rather than the post itself which prove to be more interesting
DeleteGood Lord. I cannot remember. I'm not sure what that says about me.
ReplyDeleteBecause I cry so rarely, I should add. It's been years. I think it may have been when our dogs Ruby and Ernie had to be put to sleep in 2011.
DeleteYou are soooo over due for a blub
DeleteBlimey John, the comments on this post have just about set me off.
ReplyDeleteJean
As always
DeleteWe both spent a whole week crying at the death of Josh and Doug in Neighbours last month. It was poor Imogen - can that girl sob!
ReplyDeleteAt the vet's a month ago when told one of the cat's was getting on and wouldn't last much longer....by the way he's still here.
ReplyDelete"by the way he's still here " ... then I am not crying :)
DeleteWhen I was a kid, I found a dead mouse. Then my sister wove a story about it - quite a complicated one which involved it having a boyfriend who was forever grief-stricken because of the death of his beloved. The mouse, she said, was called 'Tammy'. This was at a time when a heart-rending pop tune was in the charts called 'Tammy'. For the next year or so, if she wanted to set me off, she would sing the first bar of 'Tammy' and tears would come to my eyes. She loved the power.
ReplyDeleteI like your sister :)
DeleteShe sounds like a psychopath
DeleteThey both were, but not as psychopathic as my brother. The Tammy sister is the one that died. Shame she wasn't around to sing Tammy the funeral,.
DeleteI can't remember when I last cried. As a boy I was told that boys don't cry and I've seldom overcome that inhibition. I've probably cried no more than six times in my adult life.
ReplyDeleteYou are overdue for a mega blub
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ReplyDeleteI cried a few weeks ago at the estate auction for my aunt. She had cared for my grandma until her death too. One of the items in the auction were my grandma's curlers. They still held pieces of her gray hair. Makes me cry now too, typing this.
ReplyDeleteI got an email the other day from a person in charge of a high school reunion. He asked me how my brother Bernard was doing and if I could get in touch with him. I told him Bernard died in 1972. Oh how I cried at the thought of what it would have been like now with him here.
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DeleteSunday when I found out that a little bulldog that we were trying to help died because she overheated. She did not deserve to go that way.
ReplyDeleteI put a bag of frozen peas under winnies chin today to cool her down
DeleteI don't cry, can't remember the last time. too many years on the wrong end of verbal abuse. when it ended I never wanted to cry again.
ReplyDeleteYou survived.....x
DeleteI caught an interview with Christian musician Trey Pearson, who had just come out as gay. He talked about how hard it was for him to accept himself--he even married a woman and had children because he "thought" that's what he should do.
ReplyDeleteBut when he was asked about how his ultra-religious parents felt about his coming out he said:
"They couldn't be more supportive and more open."
I got teary-eyes because it's lovely, but also because, had they been open and accepting of gay folks as he was growing up, he might not have endured so much turmoil.
How many stories have we heard just like this bob ?
DeleteA few weeks ago a dog I'd known since my friends rescued him as a puppy died. It was sudden and none of us expected to lose him that way. This afternoon I'm visiting those friends at their apartment, and it will be the first time that Buster won't be rushing out to welcome me as I emerge from the elevator on their floor. I will cry again then. No question about it.
ReplyDeleteI've also got a dear friend in hospital now, but won't go into more details besides saying many tears are being shed.
I don't really cry easily.
I hope your friend bounces back
DeleteThank you.
DeleteI cried last night. It was from relief when I finally realized I no longer needed to expect and fear a negative reaction when chronic fatigue put me down for long periods.
ReplyDeleteWhat happened to make you come to this conclusion?
DeleteI cried last night. It was from relief when I finally realized I no longer needed to expect and fear a negative reaction when chronic fatigue put me down for long periods.
ReplyDeleteMy daughter (she's 32) is struggling with anemia symptoms. Saw her Mother's Day and she looked simply awful. Saw her again last Sunday and she looked so much better. It made me cry with relief and happiness. When I think about my kids I cry because I realize how blessed I am.
ReplyDeleteFim doing a happy post tomorrow...you can cut and paste this entry xxxx
DeleteI felt myself starting to cry from feeling so incredibly tired and aching all over but I gave myself a little talking to, went into the garden and felt much better.
ReplyDeleteArthur's death in Holby City last night... I'm such a softy!
ReplyDeleteYesterday, last night and this morning.I think I will probably start now again. I have worked so hard to help a young man to make it "through the night". He had so much potential, and because of a twist of fate he found himself at the clinic nearly overdosed and maniac. I worked on him for weeks, I was sure he was going to be alright, I had already talked to someone about finding him a permanent place to live, maybe try to convince him to go back to school. Day before yesterday he came late and when leaving asked me if he could give me a hug, and of course I said yes, he said I was the first person to treat him as if I care. I told him I did care, one cannot fake caring, and that I had so much faith that things were going to be alright. I did what I have never done with a patient, I gave him my cell number to call me if he needed anything and that maybe when I saw him next I would have some great news for him.
ReplyDeleteSomething in the way he hugged me made me think about the hug someone gives you when they are going away, you know, the unspoken good byes that are too emotional for words? I thought it was just me. Yesterday morning I got a phone call. He died the night before of an overdose. He had been clean for months, I will never know where did I fail or how, but no matter since I will never find the answer. I am crying now but not because of my failure, I cry because if is the longest and most painful word in our language.
My niece is in the throes of addiction, and I'm trying so hard to help, but not enable her. She's disappeared for days at a time, and I wait for the call that she's gone. This morning I took food to her, but I'm afraid she'll find someone to buy it or trade it for her drug. I'm so sorry for your loss, and to answer John's question, in cried as I drove away from my niece this morning
DeleteCatrina,
DeleteI wish I could say something, anything to sooth your pain, something of value not some vacuous platitude. At times I think we are helpless against this plague and other times when I see young people with a future get away not only with their lives but with an understanding of how close they came to end it all so someone, or "someones" could get rich, because there is no other reason for drugs to be out there so accessible to those who least understand what that means, then I hope anew.
Hang in there, don't give up to despair whatever you do, you love her and a times that is the only thing you can do. Sounds trite, but I admire those who stay there, no matter what, no rejection, no judgement, just hope. Is she getting help of any kind beside yours? I believe caring and support them without judgement is all we have to fight against this plague. Loving someone and providing for those who cannot take care of themselves it is not enabling her, it is truly the only weapon in this uneven fight. Keep your hopes that she will see the way out, that you will see her getting out of that black hole, that she will find a way to get out and stay out. And if she doesn't it would not have been because she didn't have enough love and support. You are doing everything you can and know how. I believe that is certainly all we can expect of ourselves to right a wrong.
I too hope so for her sake that she will find a way out, for you and for those who love her as well.
Allegra
This post made me feel rather humble
DeleteShe fluctuates between 'I'm ready. I need help' to 'you don't know what I have to deal with.' She's not talking about the drugs, but the people who made her life so miserable that she lost her job, car, house, and kids. She's couch surfing at one druggie's house or another. I carry with me the names, address, and phone numbers of four rehab facilities that are willing to take her, as well as a hospital that will admit her for a five-day medical detox. I offer to take her out of her hell every time we talk, but it's her decision. She has warrants for her arrest for domestic violence, driving without a license (before she lost her car) and shoplifting. I know it sounds cruel, but I'd love to see her get picked up. At least I'd know where she was. Thank you so much for your kind words.
DeleteNot cried lately but cried each time I dislocated my knees, the shock was terrible.
ReplyDeleteNot cried lately but cried each time I dislocated my knees, the shock was terrible.
ReplyDeleteSeeing my dad in so much pain before he died was my last real heartbreak moment. Animals, music, my family and beautiful scenery can bring me to tears too.
ReplyDeleteI cant watch animal vet programmes
DeleteFloods of tears
I've had a good sob twice in the last few days. The first was watching the BBC program on early onset dementia about Chris from Rhuddlan/Rhyl? - it was so sad.
ReplyDeleteThe second was reading an article written by Ben Fogle about the pain of having to make the final decision about his dog Inca. It was very emotional and brought back lots of memories of making that decision and that journey with our two dogs.
Rhuddlan is 4 miles from us
DeleteThat was a brilliant programme, such a brave man and a lovely family.
DeleteA couple of months ago, when I first saw the Ultrasound images of my unborn first grandchild, due in early August!
ReplyDeleteLately, just about anything will send me over the edge without a paddle.
ReplyDeleteNow, for kind words said to me from people I have never met before.
ReplyDeleteJohn, I was unable to wish you a happy birthday for 1st June (my husband's birthday is on the same day) but it's never too late and I'm doing it now: With Best Wishes... :)
Greetings Maria xx
People can be and are very kind when the chips are down
DeleteAbout an hour ago. I looked out onto the canal behind our house and saw a mother and baby manatee. The baby had 5 deep gashes on his back from the propeller blades of a motorboat. I called wildlife services but there is nothing anyone can do.Slow down boaters! Manatees were here in Florida before people!
ReplyDeleteThey are so peacful looking animals.....i hope both survive x chin up
DeleteSeeing the TV advert for a dog charity where a beautiful golden retriever is tied up by the side of a road next to a rubbish dump. She gives a little whine as the owners drive away and leave her there. She sits and has that highly alert posture, worried about where they have gone and when they will come back. You know that they're not coming back, ever. Other cars pass by and you hope that one of them stops and helps her.
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaking.
I am crying now. From reading these stories. From wishing that I had someone I loved nearby .. to give me a hug. That I miss my husband. I miss my Pup. My mom died when I arrived here and I cry because I don't know for sure if she knew I was there giving her a kiss. Too many loved ones died too close together .. I have a lot of crying to do.
ReplyDeleteSending you avirtual hug my friend
DeleteSee my today's post - cried today.
ReplyDeleteTried your soup for lunch - very good but would make it with rather less watercress next time as I found the taste a bit overpowering.
Lovely and uplifting pat.......u inspired my latest post too xx
DeleteAbout an hour ago. Anything to do with animals sets me off. The last known 9/11 rescue dog dies age 16. So sad.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/article/36466635/last-known-911-rescue-dog-bretagne-dies-aged-16
There is something in every day that can make me teary eyed....a song, talking to a loved one, the scent of the wind or the sight of a tree or almost anything.....this morning it was people watching while I was at Heathrow airport arrivals waiting for my brother and sister in law to arrive...all those people saying hello and hugging and smiling and crying and kissing...just people...being human ...it made me teary eyed but in a happy way.
ReplyDeleteThere will be a happypost tomorrow !!!
DeleteWhen my lovely Bengal Eagle owl, Hollis, passed away after choosing her as an egg, taking over her care from three weeks old, and caring for her for 20 years. That was last year and it still floods me with tears. I expect her to shoot at me every time I open the back door, but no more. Our grandson, eight years old, asked where she was yesterday, and I said she was in Heaven. We both shed a tear. Really do miss her. No love at all, just a really ornery owl, but she worked her way into our hearts.
ReplyDeleteI understand how you can love abird ( many dont) my geese have a special place in my affections
DeleteThat should read HOLLIE, but autocorrect got in the way.
ReplyDeleteAnd HOOT at me, I really hate incorrect.
ReplyDeleteAUTOCORRECT. Bah, humbug.
ReplyDeleteI officiated at my uncle's funeral last Friday. He lived well and died as he wished - in his own bed at home. It was a sad and celebratory occasion all round and I cried, which celebrants are allowed to do. xo
ReplyDeleteIve read at several funerals.......its a real honour
DeleteIndeed!
DeleteAlthough I love this post, this is not a good day for me to ponder this question or I just might start crying. But, in general, unexpected kindnesses get me all the time (and when I grew up I learned to never expect kindness).
ReplyDeleteMe too....see next post !
DeleteThis evening my daughter urged me to watch an interview with a crew member of Sea Watch (an NGO rescuing migrants in distress at the Mediterranean) who told how he had spotted and picked up a drowned baby. I had seen the pictures in the news but when he explained how he started to sing a song to this dead baby in his arms and how he then forced himself to look into the faces of those rescued around him ("to stop myself from screaming"), my knees buckled and I just sobbed.
ReplyDeleteI saw that photo heartbreaking
DeleteOK - THAT'S ENOUGH FUCKING CRYING! Don't you see how he boosts his comments rate by making all us fools spill our guts?
ReplyDeleteYuk yuk ,.........suckers!
DeleteAbout an hour ago. I read the victim impact statement of a young girl who got drunk, passed out and was raped by a college boy (Stanford). Her attacker got 6 months in jail. His father's statement said something along the lines of "a 20 minute mistake costing his boy so much". Her statement (4 pages) was beautifully written and addressed every question, what if, or blaming behaviour we may have in a case like this. I cried hard.
ReplyDeleteThe crime that Razmataz referenced happened about an hour from my home. The citizens are up in arms (as we should be) and there are calls for the judge to be recalled. The rapist's father is an enabler.
ReplyDeleteFinding my beloved pet's innoculation record unexpectedly. I lost her recently.
I read the statement that Razamatz is talking about. It is so powerful, the young lady in question was articulate and thoughtful. The assailant and his father simply do not understand the horror of what he did, they should be ashamed of themselves. I wonder how the father would have felt if it was his daughter who was attacked.
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I read the statement that Razamatz is talking about. It is so powerful, the young lady in question was articulate and thoughtful. The assailant and his father simply do not understand the horror of what he did, they should be ashamed of themselves. I wonder how the father would have felt if it was his daughter who was attacked.
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I don't cry often....and then I read these replies. Anything to do with dogs has me sobbing like a baby. We have them for such a short time and they have such a huge impact on our lives. I have to go and blot my eyes now and give the hairy hounds a big cuddle x
ReplyDeleteI don't cry much, at least not at the things you're supposed to cry about, but I must admit to getting misty eyed whenever I hear When You Wish Upon a Star from Pinocchio.
ReplyDeleteThe video that is viral of the young boy who stops and runs into his neighbors garage to pet and hug the black Lab and runs away so as to not get caught. His own dog had recently passed and it was his way of healing his broken heart. The dog owner posted it to find out who he was and to invite him to play with the dog whenever he wanted. So sweet.
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