photo © 2010 Roger Green | more info (via: Wylio)It seems since I've been grieving Erica, my state of mind is emotionally sensitive. My reactions to bad news, tragedy, and the deaths of people I don't even know are more extreme. I find myself in tears more than usual. My husband told me this weekend that I was one of the most compassionate people he knew. I hope his definition of compassionate doesn't translate to emotionally sensitive, because there is a difference.
When we encounter others in our daily lives we are oblivious to the plight in their lives. The first month after Erica passed I felt like I had the word "sad" tattooed on my head. In my head I felt everyone was looking at me strangely. I was in tears so much my husband considered getting me a tshirt that read: "My Sister Died, He's Not Beating Me." My emotionally sensitive state had him a little embarrased. Now the tears come and go but my heart and soul have been changed. My compassion has been deepened and my vulnerabilities exposed.