Suddenly died, and she's held it
Together,
Not crying often,
Trying to be strong.
But when she and her daughter searched
Through bags of her husband's clothes, she
Pulled out a favorite shirt.
Holding the garment up she saw beyond the
Shirt to the one who once wore it and she
Mourned.
The floodgates opened.
As her daughter consoled her the
Widow released the millions of tears she
Had stuffed inside.
"I realized it's not weakness to cry," she
Shared. "It's openness and stability."
And for my friend, it's one more step to
Healing.