Staunton Star - Times - Published in the Interest of the Staunton Community for Over 143 Years

By: Jill Pertler

Yesterday, I woke up and did my usual morning routine. Part of this includes a contemplative time when I attempt to align my thoughts and find my calm for the upcoming day. It’s a nice moment and it was this morning as well, except I found myself crying.

I used to cry daily, many times each day: in the bathroom, at the supermarket, at the doctor’s office, in the parking lot, in the garage, in the car – pretty much everywhere.

But that doesn’t happen anymore. I remember and I mourn, but the tears no longer flow unexpectedly and unabashedly.

I’ve chocked that up to the waves and...