What a transcendent story about the power and beauty of tears. I want to visit Hilma's tomb and sing to her the old Free to Be You and Me song, It's Alright to Cry:
Winston, thank you for publishing this excellent story!
Troy, thank you for weaving humanity together through Hilma's beautiful tears. She is crying for all the things, both named and unnamed. The joy and the sorrow, the tangible and intangible. She shows us they are all one, as are we.
It is a beautiful tale that will live inside of me for a very long time.
Wow, Troy, I loved Hilma's story, delightful and gentle, and once I was reassured there was nothing ominous about to happen, I smiled throughout the "slight dehydration," and "nothing alarming" diagnosis, and could clearly visualise the quiet WHO meeting through Hilma's tears. Beautiful.💛
I read this story twice before commenting, and twice it made me smile and cry at the same time. Thank you, dear author, for introducing Hilma to me. Next time, when I’m sad, happy or simply feel like it, I’ll have a good cry with Hilma. I’m much too old for imaginary friends, but since Hilma is such a loving, unbiased soul, I’m sure she won’t judge me.
Troy! of course this was published. I can’t tell you how much Hilma has delighted me. I want to see the world through her tears, to bathe in their pool of sorrows and joys.
Ha! What I mean is, thank you, Winston, for publishing this. Thank you, Troy, for writing it.
Such a lovely and memorable story, Troy! It's part parable, part surreal (Márquez-like?), and takes us through a whole life. I also like how you tried on a different voice (at least compared to what I've read of your work so far). 😿💙
What a transcendent story about the power and beauty of tears. I want to visit Hilma's tomb and sing to her the old Free to Be You and Me song, It's Alright to Cry:
"It's alright to feel things
Though the feelings may be strange
Feelings are such real things
And they change and change and change."
Winston, thank you for publishing this excellent story!
Troy, thank you for weaving humanity together through Hilma's beautiful tears. She is crying for all the things, both named and unnamed. The joy and the sorrow, the tangible and intangible. She shows us they are all one, as are we.
It is a beautiful tale that will live inside of me for a very long time.
As an adult crier, I sympathize with Hilma.
Wow, Troy, I loved Hilma's story, delightful and gentle, and once I was reassured there was nothing ominous about to happen, I smiled throughout the "slight dehydration," and "nothing alarming" diagnosis, and could clearly visualise the quiet WHO meeting through Hilma's tears. Beautiful.💛
I read this story twice before commenting, and twice it made me smile and cry at the same time. Thank you, dear author, for introducing Hilma to me. Next time, when I’m sad, happy or simply feel like it, I’ll have a good cry with Hilma. I’m much too old for imaginary friends, but since Hilma is such a loving, unbiased soul, I’m sure she won’t judge me.
Troy! of course this was published. I can’t tell you how much Hilma has delighted me. I want to see the world through her tears, to bathe in their pool of sorrows and joys.
Ha! What I mean is, thank you, Winston, for publishing this. Thank you, Troy, for writing it.
Lovely, Troy. Moving. I echo Kate's comment here that this felt part parable, part surreal story. (Dr Ward really must be really old! 😀)
The power of tears to celebrate as well as to commiserate.
Such a lovely and memorable story, Troy! It's part parable, part surreal (Márquez-like?), and takes us through a whole life. I also like how you tried on a different voice (at least compared to what I've read of your work so far). 😿💙
So different from your usual, MTF!
Great, that was different.
Loved this!
Wonderful! Such a touching story.