Crying Out Loud

I was sad yesterday, but when I turned around and looked back at the man across the parking lot sobbing into his hands, my heart broke.
I wanted to rush back to him and grab him up, absorbing his pain. I needed to tell him it would be ok, his friend was in a better place now, but I couldn't honestly.
I ducked behind a car and thought this was just the begining for my son as he rocked back and forth, his large newly muscular shoulders hunched, his no longer innocent face hidden in his hands. There will be more loss for you in the future, more loved ones will leave you before their time. I cannot protect him from that.
Instead I turned, and continued on and gave him all I could. Time to miss his friend without reservation.