Just driving when Smoke Robinson came on the radio with “Tears of a Clown”.
“Now they’re some sad things known to man
But ain’t too much sadder than
The tears of a clown when there’s no one around”
I felt like he was singing to me and I just had to pull over. I just finished a presentation for work, a group of about 15. It went very well. Everyone laughed and complimented when the presentation was over – I was professional and effective. I made them laugh. I played the clown. Now, I am in the car on the side of the road, crying. But it’s OK, I needed this cry – and I am going to wipe off my face and drive on.
GatherStones 
This touched me. I can’t tell you how many times this has happened to me and it feels like a sign. I hope you’re feeling better. 🙂
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Yes, thank you – I believe in signs. I do believe there is communication and the love is always finding a way through.
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I worked as a hospice nurse for many years. Death and dying have always been a part of my life. I think you are doing such a wise thing–using writing as a tool for bereavement. I recently lost my mother and it brought home to me that we each grieve in our own way and we are alone in walking that path. One point–the idea of “closure” is a myth. Your son and his loss will always be a part of your life. So sorry you have to go through this.
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Thank you so much for your kind understanding. I am sorry for you loss too. Yes, I believe you are right, no closure – but I could never close the door on loving him – so that makes sense.
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“It’s okay to cry, crying let’s the sad out.”
That’s from a movie. ❤
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