You know how people talk about crying sometimes feeling like waves rolling over them? I’ve never understood that until now, but when the first wave hits me, it’s like I’m holding. I’m holding on and gritting against it. My eyes fill and I won’t – won’t let the tears win. But then they do, and I give in. They burst past everything, and I gasp like I’m choking on them and then I sob. Big, gulping sobs that I can’t control.
