Last night I was at a seminar and two of the speakers talked about losing a family member.
When the seminar concluded, everyone was walking out and the speakers were standing near the door. I wanted SO badly to thank the two for sharing their stories, and for being brave to talk in front of the group about their loss, but I could NOT speak without bawling, so I didn't say anything to them.
I was so mad at myself all the drive home (as I cried), wishing I had more strength to say even the little words from my mouth to them, "thank you."
But, I knew I would start bawling. I was already crying from the THOUGHT of saying something to them. Yes, I was in line to walk out with tears rolling down my cheeks.
I wish I wasn't so scared to cry in front of strangers.
I think they would have loved to be thanked, and even to know someone understands their loss.
I slammed my fist on the steering wheel, crying, so upset with myself. I wanted so badly to turn around, even!
I remember back in about 1985 or so, when I was a teenager, my Grandmother passed away. At her funeral, we were all in the church and the pastor asked us, if we wished, to stand up and say something about her.
I tried SO hard to stand up and speak. I wanted to!! But I could not. :( I knew I would only bawl. I knew I would not be able to get my words out without crying. My heart was hurting so badly. My chest was sore, my throat was dry, and tears were flowing. And I could not speak. I just sat there bawling.
I remember so vividly my Dad standing up at one point and he spoke about her. As I look back, I see now JUST HOW DIFFICULT that had to of been for him. He held back his tears, talked so amazingly about his Mom, and honored her so wonderfully. But I didn't realize of course at the time just how brave that was of him. It was his Mom. He loved her. It was painful. She was gone. :(
When the casket was moved to the car, I walked up to it and rested my hand on it and spoke to her softly and cried. I walked away to my parents, and then raced back up to it to touch it again and say goodbye.
However, I wish I could control my tears enough to speak UP more. Speak out through my tears, anyway!
I think last night the speakers would have loved to have heard that they were appreciated and how I could relate with their losses. And I know my Grandma Bailey's friends and family would have loved to have heard my words about my loving Grandmother.