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Ever experienced it?
It's the first phrase that springs to mind when I tear up at seemingly random times.
Usually when walking or cycling.
Alone in nature with my imagination.
Memories of my mother appear, and I cry.
But I don't feel sad, per se.
It doesn't really feel like anything I can put into words.
"Emotional"?
A kind of 'happy melancholiness'?
It usually ends with a smile.
But how to explain it?
I feel like 'delayed grief' is as good an excuse as any.
"Why are you crying?"
"Oh, it's just delayed grief"
I might try that one next time.
My friend has a tendency to tell people I have a neurological condition whenever I fall over in public.
Now I have another excuse for the other awkward thing I do. .