Oo, last time I REALLY cried...
Hmm... December 19th, 2003. Early morning.

My dad woke me up by walking into my bedroom and simply said, "Your mom's gone." I didn't entirely know what I meant -- surely she didn't die; she was only 57 and I hadn't moved out yet! So I put some pants on and went out to look. She was in her bed.

I cried on and off for the next two hours and police and paramedics came in and out of our house, and that damned chaplain didn't help things at all. Didn't cry at all during the next few days, though. That was the first -- and last -- time that I cried in the past 8 years. Not at the funeral, nor the viewing, nor the enterring(sp? Oh fuck it). Hell, I even gave a speech about how it was alright to cry at the services, which got rave reviews from everyone there. But I had the only dry eyes.

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Nowadays, whenever I watch Dancer in the Dark, I get choked up and breathe kind of heavy at the end.. but I don't cry. Perhaps I'm emotionally damaged.

EDIT--
Oh, I lied! It was actually the 1st and last time in 5 years. Reading all of this reminded me of 8th grade.. *shudders* those days sucked.
( CTVadim Eeeeasing back into it., Fri 15 Apr 2005, 6:53, Reply)