Getting Choked Up

The other day, I was telling my wife about a commercial I had seen recently, and I found myself getting all choked up. What’s the matter with me? It was just a stupid ad for crying out loud! However, if you’re creeping up on retirement age like me, you may find that you get more emotional these days. I find even the slightest things bring tears to my eyes. It certainly doesn’t help that I write a blog called Become Nostalgic About Today.

Being a guy, this is an odd development. As young boys, we were told to stop crying, rub some dirt on it, and get on with the game. Now it seems like I can’t make it through a TV program, without some commercial tugging at my heartstrings. This has led me to remember certain events in my life where I got choked up, literally to the point where I was barely able to get the words out.  

After my Dad passed, my brother sprung a last-minute speech request on me for his memorial service. Sure, no problem. As we sped across town, my wife and I frantically brainstormed some ideas, and we managed to put together a hasty speech. When I was called upon to say my few words, it felt like someone had crammed an oversized apple into my throat. I was eventually able to suck it up and get through the speech, but it was tough.  

Another time when that enlarged apple returned was when we suddenly lost our beloved hound dog Skittles. Over a span of just five hours, she was gone. I remember trying to croak out words to my wife, but I fell silent in despair. That was a rough day as well. Skittles was truly my best friend and I still miss her dearly.  

The other day, I found out that my sister’s dog Woody was going to have to be put to sleep. I had just visited a couple of weeks ago, and as I sat on the couch, Woody jumped up with his mouthful of toys, just as he always did. Before he passed, my sister sent me a picture of Woody on the couch with his toys. As I showed this picture to my wife, that gigantic apple returned. God bless you, Woody.  

So what does this all mean? I guess for me it means that some emotions are just too painful to put into words, and it’s best to give them to God. That’s why He’s there after all. I know that Woody and Skittles are running around in Heaven, just waiting for me to toss a ball or play tug of war. I’ll be there eventually, pups. Until then, say hello to Mom and Dad for me.  

As usual, thank you for taking time out of your busy day to read this article. I hope you will continue to enjoy and follow this blog. Please feel free to share these stories with your family and friends!

https://www.washingtonpost.com/posteverything/wp/2015/10/15/why-men-cry-more-as-we-age/

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