Yesterday, naturally, me and my family went to visit Little Angel. On the way to a restaurant shortly after this, Bug said, "Mom, let me tell you why I'm crying."
I hadn't heard him crying, but I turned around in the car to see his sad face. "Why are you crying?"
"I'm crying because of all the people who died."
Sunday night we had watched a video my parents had sent me from their trip in Manila. The video was about their trip to the WWII Memorial, naturally having many many graves. Pro Boxer and I talked to Bug about the graves and recounted the numbers that were on the screen. I think that, in combination with visiting Little Angel made a seven year old make such a profound statement.
The closest I got to crying was kneeling in front of the grave, holding Bug and Goof Ball close to me. Then insisting that they hold my hands as we walked back to the car. I didn't cry though. I'm not sure yet if that is a good thing or not. Save for bitter angry tears focused at God, I haven't really cried much over Little Angel. But I suppose... I'm not much of a crier. Either that or I'm so used to suppressing painful feelings that they just don't come. Though that would suggest that I'm numb constantly which has been a thought I have pondered recently.
Ah well... another post that was supposed to be short doubled in length again. I probably use more words than is needed.