What was the last thing you read that brought tears to your eyes?

My friend who emailed me a letter telling me that my future emails will be deleted unread. Then she called the cops, and ghosted me.

A letter in a valentine card from someone I miss immensely.

What @RedDeerGuy1 wrote above could make me cry.

Every day I read the AIDS Memorial’s posts on Instagram and Facebook. I escaped the plague luckily. These men are my brothers. Some truly remarkable and fabulous men died so young, and the blame falls squarely on the shoulders of Republican administrations who laughed at us while we died.

Reading about the shooting at Michigan State University. Texts from friends and news articles online.

A valentine from my late husband, written 9 years ago.

Looking over the paperwork for selling the house.

Just finished Of Mice and Men this morning. If I were one that cries, that may have done it.

A novel I just read that described, in part, a pogrom in a shtetl in Ukraine.

Listening to & reading the Lyrics and story behind Bonnie Raitts song Just Like That

I shared it with an unknowing musician friend yesterday. It gets me everytime.

When my friend lost her 25 year old daughter to a drunk driver right before Christmas. She made a post on Facebook to let us know.

^^ I remember.

My friend of 46 years passed away on May 24, 2019. She had a birthday on Feb 13. I still have our last 10 or so texts, so I read them on her birthday. I cried until I read the one where she said she’d had a doctor’s appt and was bragging that she had gained weight and was up to 66 lbs. My response was “Good for you, lil chub chub!” Then I laughed and cried at the same time.

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies gro
In Flanders fields.

Little Boy Blue
by Eugene Field, 1888

The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and staunch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.

“Now, don’t you go till I come,” he said,
“And don’t you make any noise!”
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
He dreamed of the pretty toys;
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue
Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true!

Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face;
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.

^^ Heartbreaking

@janbb She’s been quiet on social media, which is understandable, but she did post an update today. It’s heartbreaking.

“If and when you wonder, know the answer is that I’m a dead person breathing in and out until I don’t have to anymore and thats it and that’s all.”

^^ So sad!

What did you do wrong @RedDeerGuy1?

My bank statement.

@Dutchess_III I talked about the glass ceiling in my introductory politics class. I made myself a target. My friend and future girlfriend also took that class. I watch what I say from now on. I also try to pick my battles.

If I ever get the chance to change the past I would not take that class.

Shallow answer compared to a lot of people’s, but episode 6 of The Last of Us.