When my dad died 30 years ago, I was the only one in the room with dry eyes as we disconnected life support. I desperately wanted to but couldn't. The night my mom died 9 years ago, I was in her "den" area preparing for her funeral by myself. I broke down and ugly cried. My then senior in high school son said it was the first time he ever saw me cry.

For several years I have been unable to hear the Tabernacle Choir sing, or sing myself, "prone to wander, Lord I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love. Here's my heart of take and seal it. Seal it for thy courts above" without crying. It happened in sacrament meeting and again just now.