{"id":395,"date":"2011-01-12T06:15:10","date_gmt":"2011-01-12T12:15:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/?p=395"},"modified":"2011-01-12T06:15:10","modified_gmt":"2011-01-12T12:15:10","slug":"men-and-sorrow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/men-and-sorrow-395.htm","title":{"rendered":"Men and Sorrow"},"content":{"rendered":"

In his comment, Joe makes the point<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00b7\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/span><\/span><\/span>Strength is not the absence of tears. Strength is the presence of resolution in the midst of crisis.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Men should be able to show emotion: Jesus wept.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

My mother died in my arms. I arranged the funeral, and a friend of mine led his choir. I kept my composure until the In Paradisum<\/em>, when I began weeping uncontrollably.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I was not ashamed of it. My mother had suffered the pangs of childbirth and shed many tears over me as I was growing up. The least I could do was weep for her when she parted from this world.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

My mother-in-law died \u00a0<\/span>immediately after my mother\u2019s \u00a0<\/span>death. When I drove to her house the first time after her death, I was playing Celtic music. As I drove down the lane to the now-empty house, Lori Pappajohn began playing \u201cI Will Ever Love Thee.\u201d Again I wept. What better tribute could I bring?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Another friend of mine had become alienated from his family. He died in my arms, and I had to buy a burial plot and arrange for his funeral.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And so on. As I grow older, the list of the dead I pray for every days grows longer and longer, from infants to 12-year-olds to the elderly.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sunt lacrimae rerum.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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In his comment, Joe makes the point\u00a0 \u00b7\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Strength is not the absence of tears. Strength is the presence of resolution in the midst of crisis.\u00a0 Men should be able to show emotion: Jesus wept. \u00a0 My mother died in my arms. I arranged the funeral, and a friend of mine led his choir. I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-395","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-masculinity","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/395","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=395"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/395\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=395"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=395"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=395"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}