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Come on you hard hearted lot, there must be something?
Tonight it's warm and barmy, there is hardly a breeze and as I walk up the hill toward the pub, the local brass band are in the beer garden practising. On arriving home I open all windows and let in the sound. Brings a tear to the eye.
music - a great piece of music will regularly make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck and my eyes well up..
You'll likely even get a sob or two if it's a really moving piece 😳
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This picture posted by wwaswas in the Rik Mayall thread. Funny and poignant at the same time.
Sport, I mostly cry during great sporting achievements. I was a mess during the 2012 olympics and paralympics, I don't expect many tears over the coming month or so mind!
My bi polar.
I can, on the whole, watch or view quite a bit without displaying too much emotion. But it's thinking myself, or worse talking about it, that seem sot get to me. Odd. Particular music - can be maybe a chord sequence, or more likely evocative piece, that equally makes me well up..
Hurt by johnny cash
My Straaaaavvvvvvaaaaaa times !!!
Not.
barmy
Misspellings.
😉
And hard-earned personal success stories.
And innocence stolen.
Watching some of the coverage of the D Day commemorations. Heroes every one of them and there's not going to be many more before there's no veterans left to attend
The old guy doing a bunk from the old folks home made me smile though!
Other men crying. Women cry over little things so when they actually cry over something worthwhile the affect is diminished.
Last time I blubbed was on sport relief or something when some old fella was talking about his wife her getting dementia.
Predictably, thinking about my mum and dad who died six months ago and six years ago.
I will always be grateful for everything they did.
Watching 'Meet Joe Black' makes me wonder how anyone can leave their kids.
An evening like tonight is to be savoured and not wasted but doesn't make me emotional.
A sunny and windless early morning down at the beach hut making bacon butties for the family is pretty perfect though.
Edit: + what Chico said and the Olympics! I'm a big softie!
Recounting the tale of the time when I was restraining my then 4 year old daughter who had a phobia of needles as she was about to have her next dose of chemotherapy but they couldn't find a vein despite numerous attempts and had resorted to between her toes to get a cannula in and as she wrestled with me she screamed and screamed " don't let them do it to me daddy, please, please please, no" over and over followed by " daddy I hate you" over and over.......thankfully by the next dose she had a central venous line implanted.
Tears rolling down my cheeks now, but she survived against the odds and is a healthy, happy, successful 25 year old who gets married next year.........
Aye, wwwasasassas's pic was very smart and poignant.
Suggsey wins.
How about "Our House" for me mam?
To be serious for a second, Fostering.
Kids that for whatever reason end up without parents, go through various safe harbours then find a family they can grow up with.
Always gets me, always.
😕
Suggsey's post has me welling up...
Hangovers make me quite emotional.
Pretty much everything these days , I even sobbed recently at a bloody Adam Sandler movie at the cinema. 😀
The little girl who was singing at the Rememberence do and her navy dad turned up to see her when she thought he wasn't coming home for months.
I'm afraid it is the one thing that I will never be able to get over but it does help to share a bad bad memory or time in life.
Living.
Nice Suggsey.
This genuinely made me, um.... watery eyes.
You'd have to have a heart of stone not to cry at Mushi on Educating Yorkshire
Got to admit to having a bit of a sniffle watching the veterans being thanked by the locals in Normandy the other day. Seeing how much it meant to everyone
Thanks for sharing that suggsey! I can only imagine what that was like
Depends on which emotion that brings the tears. Paedo kills or molests child...sheer volatile anger. Anguish/sadness...the end scene in Bladerunner "time to die." Happiness...hearing my kids laugh out loud uncontrollably. The list is quite limitless.
My friends and family, all the time.
A song can come on , and out of nowhere I will get ambushed by a lyric.
It's like some days all my memories are set on a hair trigger.
I don't mind it so much, far better than being a hard hearted bastard (IMO).
I had something in mind, but suggsey's post made it seem insignificant. Save to say a lot of folk who've had a child in hospital will always struggle when they hear Athlete's [i]Wires[/i]. 🙁
Other than that, cynic-al's career advice thread had me welling up a bit. 🙂
To be honest now I've hit 50+ it doesn't seem to take much to set me off. My dad is in his last summer with COPD and lung cancer, so it's most days at the moment.
Odd stuff. Most recently, seeing that woman sing nessun dorma on bgt on Saturday, inspired me to find Pavarotti singing it to show my daughters. Took me back to 1990, world cup in Italy, gazza's tears, etc., which coincided with the end of my final year at university..... and before I know it, the eyes were stinging as I blinked back tears.
Suggsey's post too. My eldest had a very minor illness in the grand scheme of things a few years back. But it was taking time to resolve and one night in tears she said to me 'what if I never get better Daddy?'
I don't think I'd cope in that situation, and I want it on record here and now, that if there is a god, or an uber-being that controls fate, if you have anything like that planned for either of my girls, I will take it on ten times over if it means they don't have to.
gets me every time
+1 Suggsey...
Wondering how to tell my two and a half year old daughter that her dad has cancer. But then I remember how lucky I have been to have even known her and watch her grow, and it takes the sadness away.
deadlydarcy - Member
Other than that, cynic-al's career advice thread had me welling up a bit.
Well at least someone read it
Watching my wife fighting for her life after catching an infection from the central line that she had to deliver her chemotherapy. The consultant saying he couldn't do any more and we just had to wait to see if she made it though the night left me in tears for over an hour before my tear ducts dried up.
She survived and today got the all clear so turned out OK, she'd a few more tears but more of joy this time.
As I get older ..... More and more .
Ricky Gervais show Derek has had me absolutely blabbing recently after watching it from the start
My sons lack of respect and life plan
Some of the things I have done ...
Maria Callas
One of few happy childhood memories was getting Dad a micro stereo and CD so he could listen without digging out the 78's
Funnily enough the many occasions when she asked me if she was going to die ( because unfortunately weekly on the ward children were dying) doesn't create the upsetting memories probably because I was 100% positive that I was not going to let her think she would die Even when survival rate reduced to 5% due to secondaries developing. The whole period in our lives did change me and the family for the better I believe living for today and having time over money.
And thanks for the support, it helps to always realise that even in the depths of your own personal tragedy there is always someone worse off, back then and any other time in my life since.
Great sporting moments, my kids making me proud, proper heroic tales of setting do, and heart warming/breaking tales of true love.
Plus getting dropped by my mates on rides. I'm emotional quite a lot of the time
The Last Post, especially at the Menin Gate
Abide With Me
Both have me choking up
My children's Nativity plays at school, that's a tough half hour. Very dusty in that hall.
Watching the Remberance Day services does it too.
Im with chewkw.
Today.
Family love.
Playing with my sister's children, knowing that she has a terminal illness, and knowing what it's like to lose a parent their age.
Lots of things make me cry, loss of friends and loved ones and the injustice and suffering that seems relentless at times. The weirdest thing that makes me cry is something that takes me way back to being a very small child.
my mum left when I was a toddler and I then seemed to spend all my time at nursery and I hated it (all the memories I have are generally not happy ones around that time). The thing that reminds me of that time so strongly that it just makes me well up . . . Is the smell of sunpat peanut but sandwiches after they have been in a tupperware box for a few hours. . . . No smell like it - its not horrible itself but its choked me up even thinking about it
weird - and it never fails to do it, so I refuse to put peanut butter in my kids packed lunch sandwhiches - my youngest likes it though so does it himself!
The 8th exhaust manifold bolt is really bloody hard to get to. Wailing and gnashing of teeth ensue.
Knowing my 9 year old nephew is unlikely to see his 21st birthday due to Duchenne muscular dystrophy
Sir Patrick of Swayze : Dirty Dancing/Ghost
A few of your posts have done it...
Watching my smallest child enjoying life to the full after being really close to not making it to birth. Watching how hard he tries every day to keep up with his siblings and how tired he gets. I love you wee man.
My other sons need to care for the people he loves.
My daughters sadness at injustices meted out to others.
The dignity and resolution of people who are suffering - but do not let it beat them.
Thinking about my dad.
All sorts of things
When people give up.
"What's the point" is one of the saddest things for me to hear.
Jolene by Ray Lamontagne. Can't even listen to it any more.
Watching birds.
It's a funny old world.
i must be a real cold bstard as i haven't cried for years 😳
Can be anything, the opening part of [i]Up[/i] has me in bits, and while I was out for a walk through the park on Saturday, I came across a bloke on a bike with his little girl, he was fixing one of those pull-along bike things that the little one sits on and pedals. Anyway, it seemed to have come adrift, and she'd come off. The little lass was standing there, in a floaty sort of summer frock, helmet on, clutching her battered teddy, and I asked if they were ok, she turned her arm to show a graze on her elbow, and dirt on her shoulder, and her lower lip was doing that trembly thing, where she was desperately trying not to cry.
She got back on, I told her she'd be ok once daddy cleaned it up, and to keep a tight hold on teddy, which got a little smile, and off they went.
Stupid, I know, but seeing kids upset like that just has me in pieces.
Mufasa dying. Every single time.
Mufasa dying for me too. In fact almost anything involving father and son relationships. I dont remember mine as he died when I was 2. Having a son myself now has only made things worse.
Oh and anything involving a dog dying and I'm in bits too.
I had a heart of stone until i had kids. One that was most embarassing was on a plane last August, dialed up A song for Marion for some reason and I only got 2 firkin minutes into it. Couldn't watch it.
I had a heart of stone until i had kids.
This.
I had a heart of stone until i had kids
This again. Sang this to my little lass on the night she and her brother were born as I carried her around the ward..
Still gets me whenever I hear it, especially the 'Two drifters..' bit.
Oh, and Mushi, obviously. Such an amazing bit of telly.
Welsh National Anthem has me blubbing
Marco Simoncelli sets me off.
As said above lots of things make me misty eyed these days.
Its weird, innit? Once you've had kids you are instantly transformed from a cold-hearted, cynical, self-interested, emotionally constipated, sociopath, into someone who dissolves into tears like a Gwynie Oscar acceptance speech, on merely seeing a kitten.
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I sometimes want to be a cold-hearted, cynical, self-interested, emotionally constipated, sociopath again 😥
tangoman19 - MemberMufasa dying. Every single time.
But he's just a cartoon lion, adults getting weepy over that is ridiculous.
Now crying over cartoon aliens, that's totally normal.
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last thing to get me was a picture someone posted on facebook, a still from "Bottom " with Ade Edmunson on a park bench looking at a space with no Rik .sniffle.
My eldest was 18 last week. On the eve of her birthday she wanted to stay up late to open her cards and presents as we were in work the next day and probably not home till late plus she was off school.
Once we had finished about 1am my wife and I looked at some old photos of both of them as they grew up(16yr old son) it was tearful.
I sometimes want to be a cold-hearted, cynical, self-interested, emotionally constipated, sociopath again 🙁
Stop it. Seeing you grieve for your long-lost sociopathy is making me well up a bit.
[i]You'd have to have a heart of stone not to cry at Mushi on Educating Yorkshire[/i]
Heart of stone here 😉
Joy Division's 'Atmosphere', couldn't listen to it for ages after John Peel died.
This Mortal Coil - Song to the Siren when it comes on in The Lovely Bones.
D-Day again - on the Great British Menu, when the old guy sung his folk song acapella to the other veterans...
My son has recently started asking why I don’t have a mummy and I cannot bring myself to explain to him that she died when I was a child. I do not want a 3 year old to have to know that mummies are not always there. Every time I think about him knowing that I cry.
"Lord Of All Hopefulness" after we sang it at my wife's 12 year-old godson's funeral.
Blooming everything these days.
Used to be dead inside and loved it.
Now I'm married with a kid I find the lovely pointed stone wall that surrounded my heart has been knocked over (I think my wife reversed a car into it while I wasn't watching).
Was in tears the other morning listening to the radio about the D-Day landings. Can't face watching Turner & Hooch, that would kill me.
Sugggsey, had me close to tears.
I walked out of a nightmare marriage twelve years ago. We owned a croft with some land. My father in law was a devious hateful farmer. In a bid to try to steal the land he tried to claim a right of tenancy by ploughing it.
Problem for him was that he was in the process of selling his own farm and had sold some of his implements including his plough.
He set to asking neighbouring farmers and contractors to plough the land for him. Everyone knew what he was up to and either refused to do it for him or to lend him a plough. In the end he had to buy a two furrow non reversible plough and he still went ahead and did it, blind to eyes of those he went to church every Sunday with as an elder
I only knew some of those he had asked, many I didn't know. But what brings me to tears is that they universally quietly stood back from the conflict.
When I go back to Orkney I'm still greeted by crushing handshakes and warm smiles. That brings a lump to my throat.
Probably cheating, but this song made me blub like a 3 year old after I moved out of the family home...
Weird cos no other song had the same effect and BMSR are the most freaky band ever!
Oh and that Scroobius Pip song that I won't be posting... When I was riding my bloody bike home, tears streaming down my face. Arse!
Being a new Dad (6 months) to two adopted children I get very emotional at the smallest things they do.
The first time my boy said he loved me knowing that he genuinely meant it was very special and emotional. His first proper hug, the first time he rode his bike without stabilisers. And many, many more!
My little girl (now 17 months old)- The first time she came to me and realising the attachment had formed. All the milestones I notice she is achieving.
Anything to do with my kids really. Love them to bits.
Welling up thinking about it now!!
what he said, lots of stuff nowadays, when 1st child needed heel prick test (a few times in his first week) I had to leave the room, couldn't bear his screams so suggsey's post brought that back (and then some) to me.I had a heart of stone until i had kids.
Some threads on here.
As per yunki quite a few songs make hair on my neck stand up.
Some films, which many would probably consider contrite dross, have made me well up aswell.
Don't actually shed many tears but throat catches, wrench in my stomach and eyes start to sting.
Watching mrs mw suffer through seizures, surgery and chemotherapy fully aware that it will do little to extend her life beyond a few months. But knowing that she's too bloody minded to quit trying.
Seeing her give up doing the things that she loved. Slowly watching her spirit chipped away by sickness and fatigue.
The end of things. Helping her write her letter to the hospital where she loved working to confirm her retirement on grounds of ill health. Doing the things we've always enjoyed together for possibly the last time. She sold her kayak, she still has her bikes but I can't imagine she'll ever ride them again. Watching her say goodbye to friends.
The way she raises herself up whenever someone visits and then needs to spend the rest of the day in bed once they've gone.
The fact that her greatest concern is that I'll be ok after she's gone.
Although we were privileged to have her for only 5 weeks, having to give up the beautiful Maggie...
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The house is very quiet without her... 🙁
The song " slipping through my fingers" from mamma Mia
Me and my wife sat in the pictures, both crying, our daughter was 17 at the time and going travelling around America.
I'm filling up now typing this and she's 23 now !
Watching mrs mw suffer through seizures, surgery and chemotherapy fully aware that it will do little to extend her life beyond a few months. But knowing that she's too bloody minded to quit trying.Seeing her give up doing the things that she loved. Slowly watching her spirit chipped away by sickness and fatigue.
The end of things. Helping her write her letter to the hospital where she loved working to confirm her retirement on grounds of ill health. Doing the things we've always enjoyed together for possibly the last time. She sold her kayak, she still has her bikes but I can't imagine she'll ever ride them again. Watching her say goodbye to friends.
The way she raises herself up whenever someone visits and then needs to spend the rest of the day in bed once they've gone.
The fact that her greatest concern is that I'll be ok after she's gone
reading that has made me realise how lucky I am to have my health and that of my loved ones
I really can't add anything to help Muppet wranger, i can't begin to feel how awful that must be 🙁
Suggseys post definitely...I'm going to have to go and have another coffee to get over that.
What a genuinely heartbreaking story 😐
Hope all is better now.
The fact that her greatest concern is that I'll be ok after she's gone.
She sounds a very special person MW. Just to echo what rocketdog said.
Well, quite a lot.
Over the past 12 months my depression has been at its worst. I often feel like I can't see the next day. Crying on my own, in work, at home. The feeling of utter hopelessness, the feeling of being a complete waste of a human being. Even in moments of what should be joy and happiness, I always seem to find the sorrow and sadness. Last night I woke up, sat on the end of the bed and sobbed for about half an hour. It's like someone else is pulling the strings. Nothing at that moment would make me feel better or make me feel at ease, I just have to ride it out. Everyday I am emotionally exhausted.
Whoops, this thread seems to have kicked up a load of dust...
I know how to kill a thread dead.
Nah, that'll be me. I don't get emotional about it, though...