As I put on my best tuxedo and tie I look at myself and sigh at my meager attempt to act unbothered. She would have hugged me and teased me with a grin, “You freshen up nicely, but you would look better if you dropped the serious act and put on a smile”. But she’s not here anymore. I loosen my tie as I feel my throat close up and my eyes begin to water. I can’t cry yet, I’m not even at the funeral...