~ Smokey Robinson and The Miracles
There are days I want to scream, ‘I’m tired of crying!’ I’ve cried enough tears for a lifetime. In the middle of the night on my pillow, under the shower, sitting in what should have been Sofia’s room.
I used to be very good at keeping all my emotions inside and would never have contemplated crying in public. Now if I’m walking along the street and I feel like crying I don’t care what other people may think.
At Sofia’s funeral I did keep all my tears inside. Very tightly inside. But as soon as I got inside the car to go the grave, I threw myself on Roberto and howled. I howled like I’d never howled before. The tears and the anguish of a grieving mother. It passed and at the grave I wiped other peoples’ tears away.