You don't cry.
You don't want her to see you cry.
Your the man of the house; you have to stay strong.
She cries every night and you comfort her.
But you don't cry.
You watch your Son's coffin come up the aisle, and tighten your grip on her hand.
She's sobbing loudly than ever before.
You watch Kingsley lead the service, and its beautiful.
They place his coffin down into the ground.
All your other Sons and only Daughter step forward and throw earth on top.
All of them are crying.
You help her walk towards it.
She throws dirt in.
And then you do.
You see 'Fred; a born Prankster' inscribed in gold on the top.
And finally,
You let yourself cry.