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January 6, 2018
I cried at my fatherís funeral. It was a short cry. I just lost it for a moment and then I was ok for the rest of the time. Charlie, my nephew was there and hugged me. I wonder if Charlie will cry at his fatherís funeral and whether I will be there to hug him. I remember my father crying when his father died. He sat on a white wooden chair in the kitchen and cried, my mother not knowing quite what to do about it. It was unusual for my father to cry. It was not for me.