I watched my father kneel down on one knee over his parent's graves today. The stillness of the air was far greater than the few little words that could have been spoken. After a moment, he rose with a sigh, wiping away several tears before they could even leave his eyelashes. It was the first time I ever realized, that one day, I too would be kneeling over my parents, devastated and speechless, leaving generations behind me with nothing more than a faint sigh.
Been a while since I've cried, it was strange to me.