The trail of tears began as my ex accompanied me to the airport. I was unable to stop crying as I entered the international departures. The police officers asked that I take my sunglasses off, only to discover that a grown man with a beard is sobbing (and nothing wrong with that). The flight attendants treaded lightly around me as they noticed that with each serving of wine, the saga continued.
It wasn’t the loss of the bag that made me cathartically cry immediately after. Said cry, continued through my morning meditation on the 25th of May. It was the culmination of losses undealt with. The streaming tears and flashing images of things that once were that are no longer, were eye opening.