overwhelmed

It was a planned event.

Bubba had a pig-pickin' last evening...

perfect time for me to watch

Les Miserables 

on his big screen TV.

An evening alone sounded not so bad at all.

Settling in,

I got my soft warm heide-han (blanket),

turned out the lights,

 and began my journey.

I wasn't prepared for the emotion.

Let me say this...

I am not a crier.

I am very seldom overwhelmed,

I don't know why,

and sometimes I am ashamed of myself,

but I just don't cry easily.

Last night,

right here alone (thankfully),

I cried.

I cried for the loss of my Daddy

and probably lots of other things as well.

I must see this story in the theatre

before I die.

I must experience

 this beautiful story of redemption in person.

I will read the book...

I am listening to the beautiful music.

(David & Erika had given me the CD for my birthday.)

I will think on this for a long, long time.

"On my own

pretending he's beside me

all alone

I walk with him til morning

without him

I feel his arm around me

And when I lose my way I close my eyes

and he has found me...."

"On my Own."

So many things in this life are truly beautiful.