I’m not sure what is so special about that morning’s events, which set off those particular tears of grief, but I believe it is important to look for the subconscious material that I had a sneaking suspicion I hadn’t processed yet.
Without communication, there is no relationship. Without respect, there is no love. Without trust, there’s no reason to continue.
I am always grateful for unconditional love, and I’m wise enough to know that it doesn’t always come in a neat package that reflects what I want. It is however, always served best when reciprocated.