I come from a long line of stoics. I never saw my grandfather weep. The only time the Old Man cried is when Ma tried to take her life. As an adult I never cried; funerals, sad movies, weddings, I was a rock - a dry rock. Then 23 years ago I first saw and held my child, and I became whole. I finally realized why I was here, to care for that child...and I cried. Since that epiphany I've wept a lot, making up for the lost tears of three generations.
Yesterday morning I sat drinking coffee, watching Barack Hussein Obama being sworn in as president of the United States. And found myself crying like a baby.
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