When are you open to love

While undressing herself, tears roll down her cheeks as she stands by the bank of the Greek rivers, she thinks to herself, why is she so closed up, why is that people who have lost everything or something very important in life are not beaten and they are willing to try to open thier hearts ? How come that she hasnt lost anything, infact has everyhting in her life and still unable to open herself up to give love or feel people around her?? (from the movie sisterhood of traveling pants)

----just then i hear little bursts of wailing from tarans room so i stop the dvr and head to his room to put him back to sleep. But i couldnt take that picture of the girl from my mind worse yet, what she said was very profound to me.

i was like that, that was me, what she was saying to herself was a lot about me. Until my rock, my dad was here, i had everything, and yet i wasnt very receptive to people, not very responding infact i'd even ignore some out of pride but just didnt matter. But now having lost him and see how people came to our rescue every bit of the way, strangers at the airport who helped me, friends who stood away, friends who stood by, everyone in the bigge rpicture seemed to matter. I'm now more open to love people, atleast like them for who they are and not what i wish they could be. I'm getting there...

my tears wet my sons tee, as i thought of dad. I miss him so heart wrenchingly bad...i just want him to know i'm so proud of him.