Like Men (v7.0)
by Wayne Scheer

"I miss Mommy." "I know you do, tiger. I do too." I adjusted the rear-view mirror so I could see Raymond's enormous, sad eyes. He was strapped in safely, his toys within reach of his four-year old arms. "We gonna see Mommy?" "We're going to see Grandma. Mommy's gone." "Mommy's in heaven, right?" "Right." "They took Mommy in a am-boo-lance. Right, Daddy?" "That's right." He was silent. The road ahead was empty. "Daddy," he asked. "Is it all right to cry?" "Of course it is, son. Of course it is." I felt my body shake as I tried desperately to control myself. "Then why don't you cry, Daddy?" I pulled the car to the side of the road, got out, and opened the back door. I unbuckled his seat belt, held him tight, and we both cried. Like men.

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