I’m a big believer in stress hormones scooting out of the brain via tears; of course, when you are incredibly sad, they seem to replenish as fast as they are shed. But, sometimes, on a regular day, when tidbits of memories of people gone and the twinges of regret for the things I would have done differently, something will trigger the tightening of the throat to the point of pain and the slow slide of tears down cheeks.

I don’t know if it stabilizes levels or cleanses, but it makes you feel, if not better, more at peace. Ah, thinking about it, maybe it is just better – not that you deserve it, but you’d be dang stupid to not accept it.