I mourned today. Crying is different when you feel the sudden loss of life. It wasn't anyone in my family that died, but it was someone I saw almost everyday of my life after 10th grade, when they moved into the house across the street. Roy and my Dad became best friends. He was a big guy with a big red beard and strong personality. I remember evenings when all my neighbors they would sit in a circle on the front lawn drinking, smoking cigars, and telling stories. The Kennedy's even hosted my college graduation party at their house after my parents had sold the house I grew up in and moved to Texas.
Grief is hard for me (like most people I guess) because my mind constantly brings up memories that make me cry. It took almost 2 years before I could really talk about my grandmother without crying. This is different though because I am not really grieving my immediate loss but for my father's loss of his friend.
