When my sister died, I was the one to stand before the congregation to say a few words.

I had tears running down my face with silence as my thoughts.

When my mom died I stood before the congregation again with tears down my face in silence again.

My dog who made me smile through my time of need, died suddenly and I had tears fall from my eyes as I fell to his side crying out.

I guess I'm not as tough a guy as I like to think I am.