I'd trade places with you in a minute! I can't cry...and when I do, it's pathetic.
The last time I cried was Feb 2005...when my little 15 yr old Llasa Apso died. I wasn't expecting it. The vet thinks a hidden tumor ruptured, and she bled out. By the time I got her to the vet, she was hardly with me. I held her as the vet nudged her the rest of the way. We put her in the little doggie coffin my DH had made for me...and we took her home.
I cried so hard and long that I was bed-ridden. I threw up.
I got a migraine headache. I was positively ill.
When my little 13 yr old Shih Tzu died two years previous, I was prepared. I had seen it coming. I knew he had squamous cell cancer on his gums. From his diagnosis to his death was just 5 months. Five good months. I didn't make him stay on past the good days. I let him go...and brought him home, too.
They are both buried close by...and when we make our final move to the mountains of NorthEastern Washington, they will make the move with us.
Anyway, I could cry now, thinking about them...but just can't start.
When my mother died in 1978 I didn't (couldn't?) cry for about a year...around the anniversay of her death. Oh, I could feel that anniversary coming months ahead.
I think someone like you, who weeps with those who weep, are very special people. Your tears are total empathy, and sympathy. Don't ever change.
I also think that folks who cry over sad movies, or even happy movies, are very special, too! So totally special!
I have one daughter & one son like you!
My mother was a crier, too!
I don't know what happened to me.
I do know this about myself: 2 glasses of wine at the wrong time can break the dam unexpectedly.