Emotional Discovery Late in Life (1)
For Him: The Late Bloom of Feeling He spent decades mastering control. Stoicism was his armor. He knew how to fix things, how to provide, how to endure. But feelings? Feelings were for later. For quieter moments. For someone else to name. And then, one day, the armor cracked. Maybe it was grief. Maybe it was love. Maybe it was the quiet ache of watching his children grow into people he barely recognized. Maybe it was the silence after retirement, when the noise of purpose faded and something tender began to speak. He didn’t expect the flood. The tears that came unbidden. The memories that stung. The joy that felt too big for his chest. He didn’t expect to feel everything he’d been holding back. But he did. And he’s still learning. Learning that vulnerability isn’t weakness. That naming a feeling doesn’t make it louder—it makes it bearable. That the heart doesn’t age the way the body does. It waits. It remembers. It forgives. He’s not late. He’s right on time. a post...