Category : Stories

Sub Category : Adventure

By: Michael Speicher

Tracy was sitting by her mother. They were in the front row of the funeral home. In front of them sat the casket which held her dead grandmother, there were beautiful flowers set up and tons of pictures of her grandmother for display. She looked at her mother and she had tears running down her cheeks, however, she noticed that her mother did not try and hide them, as a matter of fact, no one there did. Tracy asks her mother, "why does no one try and hide there tears mom? Her mother looks at her she wipes the tears from her eyes with a kleenex and replies, " No one hides there tears here dear, its part of our natural healing process. 
"Dad always hides his tears when Mufasa dies on the Lion King, mom," Tracy says. Her mother looks at her amused and starts giggling, she says, "that is two totally different things, dad hides his tears so we don't think he's a big softy." She smiles and puts her hand on her daughter's shoulder, then winks at her. "What your dad doesn't know is we already know he's a huge softy." At this, they both start to giggle.