What a wreck!

 Guys may age were brought up differently, you don't cry in public. Why? I still have trouble with it. Yesterday we had the funeral services for my wife , Grace, and I didn't want to breakdown. Why? I knew everyone there, friends, family and loved ones but it was important to stay focused! Why? I'm not having any trouble at all crying in solitude. Just what is so damned important about being so strong? Silly isn't it? The saddest day of my life and I'm trying to tough it out...and failing miserably. The only person in the room that matters, Grace, has died, I'm trying to talk about her and not cry. What a fool! I loved Grace, why shouldn't others know it? That gut wrenching feeling comes and goes, just another one of those things you can only learn from experience. I walk through the house, mindlessly. Drive with no direction.

This train misses it's engineer!