It was like getting dunked by a wave in the surf.
A powerful emotional force flooded through my body and I began to cry.
Actually, it was more like uncontrollable sobbing.
This was not a matter of just blinking back the tears and getting some fresh air like what usually happens at funerals or during the sad part of a movie. I was unable to control myself or regain control.
All I could do sit there and feel my face twisting in pain and the tears on my cheeks.
I was not at a funeral, or watching a movie, I was sitting about 5 rows back at a conference.
Jeremy Cowart was on stage and was reaching the end of his talk. I had already been moved as he shared the projects he had worked on in Haiti, Rwanda and the rest of the world.
And then he got to the part where he told us his brother had recently passed away.
On stage before me, he began the words ‘my brother…’ and his voice choked. And that was the moment the wave hit.
Looking back I see the reason I was so upset was that Jeremy’s talk really brought into my focus my relationship with my own brother. More specifically, our disconnection and my inability to let him into my world.