[Closed] Things that make you emotional

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 - Member

Mufasa 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!!

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...

This. Can bite my lip as hard as I want but gets me every time.

@muppetWrangler

🙁 Hang in there.

reading that has made me realise how lucky I am to have my health and that of my loved ones

There's a few memories that do it: holding my childhood dog whilst it fitted itself to death, restraining an ex girlfriend to stop her taking an overdose, putting another ex-girlfriend on a plane home to Canada knowing that it was unlikely that we were ever going to see each other again, phoning up a friend to tell him that his best mate had died in a climbing accident.

But mostly the montage from Up! wins.

Lots of things in this thread, Muppet Wrangler, hang in there fella, I cant even begin to imagine what you are going through at the moment.

I lost My Dad to Primary Liver Cancer back in October, and that's still pretty raw.

This just has me in a proper state, always did knowing that one day I`d have to deal with it, doesn't make it any easier when that day comes: "Tank Park Salute"

Thanks for the kind wishes folks but I'm OK. It's a shitty situation that leaves me quite often teary and emotional but I think that is, for me at least, a fairly normal and healthy reaction. It doesn't last all day and has never really descended into anything more destructive so all in all I think I'm doing OK. And it's not like it's constant doom and gloom, there are still fun times being had when the opportunity arises.

But mostly the montage from Up! wins.

Bloody Up! We watched that shortly after Mrs mW's initial diagnosis and first surgery, didn't know anything about the film and thought it would be a bit of light hearted 'toy story' balloon house adventure type fun. I can't imagine we could have picked a worse time to watch that film. Mrs mW still rips the piss out of me for falling apart over a cartoon.

light hearted 'toy story' ballon house adventure type fun.

And don't get me started on the Toy Story 3 furnace scene...

muppetWrangler - nothing more I can say than everybody else has said really, what a really sad situation 🙁

Suggsey - I just re-read your post about your daughter being 25 now, thats great. I think my screen went all blurry the first time I read it so I didnt see that bit 😉

Some of these tales of emotional struggles are amazing.

muppetWrangler - all the best to you and your family.

st colin - I think you need to get some professional help if you haven't already done so.

Bunnyhop, have been for the last couple of years, still hasn't changed things.