There are a whole lot of awful things happening in the world right now. Wars, weather, earthquakes, child abuse, politics - the list never ends. Any one of them is worthy of tears, from all of us. We could cry the rest of our lives and never fully give tribute to the awfulness out there.
And yet, that's not what makes me cry. It's stories like the following that get to me.
Harold Jellicoe Percival was a WWII veteran from England. His funeral was yesterday. He was 99, outliving nearly all his fellow soldiers. Never married, he had no children surviving him. He lived quietly. His nephew, making his funeral arrangements, estimated that maybe two or three mourners would attend. The notice in the newspaper stated that any military personnel who might be able to attend would be welcomed. It got on Twitter and the news spread.
One estimate says 400 people showed up. Those unable to fit in the small chapel stood outside for his funeral, despite the rain.
That's what makes me cry.