Shedding of tears
When I was just a little baby I cried and cried and cried, or so I have been told. Yes, I was a cry baby. When I got a little older, if I got hurt, in trouble, or ashamed I cried. When my grandmother died I cried my eyes out. I shed my tears in my youth. Society has taught me as I got older that guys are not suppose to cry. Men are to have the tough exteriors and are to be unshaken by pain and suffering. It has been a long time since I shed my last tear and its been a long time since I would not stand up for myself. It was my grandfather who taught me to stand up for myself. He told me if they hit you then you hit them back as hard as you can. That day really changed my life and led me to many suspensions. But it didn't matter that I was being punished for defending myself, what mattered was that I stood up for myself. I have to thank my grandfather for everything he brought to my life. He was a great man, with great humor, fantastic stories, and a wonderful caring heart. My grandfather, Thomas Sullivan, passed away Wednesday, May 25th at 8:05pm. I learned about it on my drive home from work, my throat choked up and it was hard for me to speak, but I didn't shed a tear. Behind my tough exterior I was hurt, troubled, and ashamed that I did not spend more time with him in his later years, but still no tears came. I am happy for him because I know that he has his well deserved place in heaven. I will miss him for all the things he brought to my life. My tears were not shed from my eyes, but from my heart. I love you Paca.