The tears that bind us.

What is it that makes us human? Blood, sweat, tears? Kindness, emotion, logic? All of that and more, of course.

Most recently, for me, it’s been tears that have connected and defined. Tears of grief as we struggle with death, sickness and the overwhelming nature of pandemic measures and fear. Tears of happiness and relief as we acknowledge old friends and kindness from strangers. Tears of joy as we embrace, again, those from afar. Tears of hilarity at the nonsense and craziness of people who are a part of our lives. Tears of sadness as distance separates.

I attended a 50th birthday party recently. A gathering of old friends from childhood. Speeches were brief and informal, but deeply felt and acknowledged. And when the tough exterior of bravado amongst mates was opened to reveal sentiment and gratefulness (and tears), those in the room were reminded of the importance of that bond and time rapidly passing.

Is it age that brings tears more easily? Maybe. But maybe it’s also something else. Not so long ago, I farewelled dear friends as I packed my belongings for a new place (a long way away). There were some tears, a lot of hugs and mostly smiles. And later, when I walked onto the tarmac, alone, towards the plane, I quietly sobbed. My choice, this move. As excited as I was, I also didn’t have the words to express the sadness that comes with change and saying goodbye.

Hugs connect us, laughter too. Empathy and kindness most certainly. Shared sadness as well.

But I think tears bind us in a way that truly makes us human. With or without words.