I find myself with front row tickets to Heartbreak, the saddest show in town. I'm watching a family dissolve, up close and personal, and not just any: They are people I love and I find no comfort in philosophy or psychology.
I cry for my friend, and her boys, and my people, the community of friends that are family to me.
I cry easily and unexpectedly these days; I'm cracked, and fragile.
And when I stop sniffling, the joy is sweeter. It really is.