All I’m trying to tell you is to be strong. Don’t ever let nothing get you down. Don’t be afraid or ashamed to love, or to grieve when the thing you love is gone. Just don’t let it throw you, no matter how much it hurts. If you make it in this wilderness, you got to be strong. Do you understand me?” “Yes, Pappa, I understand. And I’m sorry I cried for the dogs.” “Don’t be. Don’t ever be sorry for something like that. There ain’t nothing wrong with a man crying. I done it for a week when my mamma died. But when you get done with it, start over again, and don’t ever look back.
