My grief is at a stage now where it is very uncommon for me to cry in a public setting over my loss of Judson. Most of my weeping is done in private. However, yesterday I was so overcome with emotion that I burst into tears outside the ruins of the Whitby Abbey. I couldn’t explain any reason for it other than just being overpowered by my longing for Jud.
After pulling myself together, we walked to a restaurant. When I excused myself to use the restroom, my weeping continued in one of the bathroom stalls. I just wept and wept and wept.
I am sure that all those who saw and heard me probably thought something awful had just happened – I expect they may have been surprised to discover that that “something” had happened to me over sixteen months ago.
Yet, I wouldn’t be shocked if I find myself in a bathroom stall weeping over my Jud Bud in sixteen years too.