Wash my eyes with my tears.........

I've often wondered why God made it so we "cry tears". I understand basic tears are needed for lubrication. But I don't understand the physiology of why we cry. So I did a little research...

Besides humans, the only living creatures that cry are gorillas and crockodiles. (Now there's an interesting combination...God surely has a sense of humor).

I know my dog understands tears. I know my dog understands sorrow. Yet she cannot produce tears. I try not to question God's logic in how he created things...but why didn't he give tears to dogs? Our best friends? I do know when I'm sad and crying, she is right by my side. Just petting her and nuzzling her fur brings me comfort.

When we feel sadness it is registered by our cerebrum. The cerebrum is also the part of the brain that controls speech...so it makes sense that crying is a form of communication. And even though dogs can't cry themselves, they understand our communication to them of our sadness when we cry.

We need to communicate our sorrow as part of the healing process. The cerebrum tells the endocrine system to produce hormones...like leucine-enkephalin which is known to reduce pain and improve mood...it's a natural "drug" that God gave us. We don't need the artificial drugs for this...God gave us our own drug...we just have to listen and let the tears flow.

Crying is a good thing...

I don't look forward to crying. Who does? It ruins make-up and make-up is not cheap in this economy. It makes your face swollen, red, blotchy...and your nose run like a faucet.

But it's healthy. Much healthier than alcohol, cigarettes, or street drugs.

I've done a lot of crying lately. I am losing my daddy to cancer. He is fighting a valiant fight and I am so proud of him. He is the bravest...smartest...and most handsome man in the whole world.

I cry watching my mother stand by his side as she makes every precious day as good as it can be for him and for his children who want to spend as much time with him as possible. She cooks for us. She never thinks of herself...always of others.

Watching a parent suffer that you love, more than life itself, is so very hard. It also makes you face your own mortality with stark reality. It's amazing how 18 years seems like a very long time when you're 20 years old. But by the time you're 50 years old...18 years between you and your parents is but a blink of the eye. In my lifetime I've somehow managed to almost catch up to my parents in age...funny how that works.

The good thing that's coming out of all of these tears is that I'm learning to cherish my children, my friends, my family, my work, my pets...every tiny little thing about my life.............

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed with tears so that we may see life with a clearer view.....

May God Bless All Of You Today.

Go home and hug your pets....hug your family...and let the tears flow.

You'll feel better for it.