The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. I can’t help but think this applies uniquely to my generation -the boys who were raised by a culture that told them in order to be men, they had to cultivate a specific image, rather than establish a meaningful legacy.
A man is strong, a man is tough. A man mourns in solitude with a drink in his hand and a straight line across his face. I must not be a man then, because I mourn with my head in my hands and water streaming down my face.
Dignity means not subjecting others to your shame, and in our broken culture, a man with tears in his eyes is a shameful thing.
Shame on me then, because I miss her.