I am not the best at displaying emotion. So, when I really wanted to cry at my Uncle Matt's funeral it was nice that I was wrestling with my 6 month old son. Everytime that I would well up with tears my son would flop himself around and start to make noise. He was my escape and my reason to pay attention to something else.
When we went to the grave site and it started to rain, I had an excuse to go back to the car. So all I am saying is thank god for babies at funerals. It allowed me to cry in privacy in the car out of the rain.
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