A friend of mine lost his father on Mother's Day. Today was the visitation. I went to pay my respects, although I had never met anyone other than this friend and his partner. He seemed genuinely glad to see me. He seemed so strong and yet fragile at the same time. I remember how I tried to be strong at my own father's funeral in December 2008. I think I probably looked strong but for the tears that streamed nigh endlessly when he was actually laid to rest with military honors. Nevertheless, something kept me from staying too long today. Mostly because I thought those tears would resurface and threaten the strength that my friend and his family were showing. Don't know if my fugue was altruistic, selfish or some combo, but I just had to go. I hope the best for HG & his family, but I am also missing my Papa tonight...