Tears
"Tracy's don't cry son" he said to a five year old Alan on his knee "There's nothing we can't fix."
But I had heard them all.
Gordon's spilled when he failed his goal and the nationals seemed a distant dream.
Virgil's watching a movie that would allow them to fall in empathy but I knew the screen masked a hidden pain and aided release.
Scott's I witnessed just once, hearing his father from a doorway shed his own for a wife remembered on an anniversary.
John cried when he left for a frightening new beginning.
Not me. Never me.
