When you begin understand and share in someone else’s grief, you may join with them in crying. But there is a kind of crying where you just can’t get words out. The kind of crying where you gasp for breath, your throat stings with pain, your eyes are swollen, you look a mess and your voice doesn’t respond to your brain’s efforts to utter an intelligible sound.
I wonder if this was God’s intention when piecing us together, a way of saying, “Don’t say a thing, just weep with those who are weeping.”