When my husband passed away a year back, I finally learned why some people say "you can only cry so much".
Because, I cried and cried and cried. I slept next to the coffin hoping he would knock the glass panel and scream to get out. Every time I popped my head to look at him, I'd cry again. It would hit me like waves. My whole body shivered. I felt weak.
At a point when I thought I have already lost everything, one more thing went missing. My tears. I couldn't cry anymore. Tears stopped producing. I was still grieving, sad and immensely depressed. Yet, the tears refused to trickle. I stopped crying. Because, I couldn't anymore.
And I thought that was the end of my tears.
But today I learned that wasn't the case. I experienced something that made my tears appear again. So I guess I have to be grateful that I can still cry. :)
