we spent the day in the nursing home over a week ago.
it was a sunday.
there were tears,
and there was sadness.
then, he was gone.
there were more tears,
and there was more sadness.
there were confused children
and poorly worded explanations.

i expected myself to cry more.
once i got home,
at the visitation,
at the funeral
i didn't.

but tonight,
at youth group,
the lights were dim,
hands were raised,
the air filled with song,
and i cried.