Get yourself together, Ted. You can’t fall apart and cry, not when your son is watching. Ted was trying to swallow his emotions and look busy, but as he saw the men lower his beloved wife into the grave, it hit him for the millionth time that day. Mary had passed away in a car accident, and Ted fell onto the ground. He broke down into tears of grief as he tried to hold back his gaze from her sweet face and listen for words before leaving him alone at their funeral service.
The pain was too fresh, and Ted hoped he would suddenly snap out of the most horrid dream. But everything about that day was real—the people gathered, the soil poured onto the coffin, and the endless stream of tears rising in the tired eyes of Rick, Ted and Mary’s 15-year-old son. Read the full story here 
