Mitspa we almost always agree on posts.I like to read what your point of view is.So please take this the way it is intended.I'm going to throw a monkey wrench into this discussion.Just because...
My only blood related aunt died of stomach cancer.She was 42.She weighed about 90 pounds by the time she died.My father having been married to my mother quite young,had known my aunt,moms sister,some thirty years.And to watch her in pain and sickness.I can tell you many times he wept "like a woman".Is my father manly.Well to meet him would give you an answer.Friends nicknamed him "the bear" because of the size of his hands.You wouldnt think you could see him sobbing,unable to catch his breath.He did,and he was no less of a man for it.
When my aunt died I was traveling in singing ministry.The family group did not stop with her illness.We had to carry on.She had a song she loved called "Speak to the Mountain" the title gives it away.She asked me to sing it in concert for her,she was too ill to attend.I told her I couldnt and she said God would help me.So I sang it.One lady jumped up in the middle of the song and ran sobbing out of the sanctuary.Not a dry eye in the house.She later told me her father had just passed.I kept singing,standing on stages while my aunt was in hospital.I kept singing while she was dying and after she passed.Never got "emotional".I grieved but never sobbed.It was a couple years later when I heard a cassette tape with her voice on it that I finally broke.Everyone else had long since had their tears.So to say "emotional as a woman" is a bit offensive to me.
My paternal grandmother took a brain tumor and as she lie dying in the hospital I was singing at a pastor friends church as he lay dying in the manse next door.They both died that weekend. My maternal grandmother passed and I was too far away to go to her.I sang "Where the Roses Never Fade" with my family group on cassette and it was played at her funeral.My aunt passed away,as I said,and my grandfather.Through all of this I never stopped singing,kept traveling,kept ministering to others.I couldn't fall apart.I had to be strong for my mother,for my aunts two children,for my younger sister.So to infer a woman is weak and emotional upsets me a bit.Maybe I missed your point.But as someone who has experienced deep grief and had to carry on in spite of it all,I would not consider myself a weak,emotional,weepy woman.Just had to share my story.
You know I appreciate you,blessings on you. K.