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Saturday, March 15, 2008

Please Stop

There are a lot of things at this point that can set off the water works around here. Anything that reminds us of Jim will do it. Pictures. Song lyrics. Memories. You name it. But I think the surefire way to choke anyone up (including me) is just to do something really nice.

That's one thing I'll never understand about being a person. Things that should make you happy and smile and say, "Sweet, thanks!" instead make it hard to swallow, hard to breathe, and hard to stop your eyes from leaking. Free food? Sobs. Let us watch your kids? Boo to the hoo. See Addison in a suit? Tears galore. If someone really does something crazy like call you, say "I love you," say something nice about you, or . . . pass the salt, you just might lose it.

So this is a public service announcement. Please, stop being nice. No more kind words. No more gestures of goodwill. No more thoughtful comments. No more prayer. You're killing us with this stuff!

And by that I mean, thanks a lot. For real. There are so many emotions, and for some reason they all produce tears. I don't think I'll ever understand that phenomenon . . . the whole happiness breeds weepiness thing. Because honestly, the things that really carve me up the most aren't the bad things. It's the nice things, the good memories, the traits we loved most about Jim . . . those are tear factories. I don't know why. If I came up with a plausible theory, the ecstasy of the discovery would probably just make me cry, too.

Anyway, Heather and I really appreciate everyone's kind words and prayers and assorted kindnesses. I can't thank you enough.


  1. I couldn't agree more, big lunkhead! (Didn't want to make you cry any more.) :)

  2. Wait, is this the kind of "no" that really means "yes" that they're talking about in frat houses all the time?

    Either way, we wanna do pizza sometime soon at our place, so you let us know when you're up to it. We're not gonna badger...


  3. Be careful, he's a law student. He's been trained to lure you into agreeing to something without you even knowing it. You will be sitting at the Bare's eating pizza and you won't even know how you got there...


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