The hardest hours of grief.

 I don't remember crying at my father's funeral. I can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes me a friendly sign behind a window, or hug me silently, or send me text messages just asking how am I holding up... And everything collapses.

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