home

I brought Euk home today. I surprised even myself at how distant and removed I was throughout the entire endeavor. It wasn't until I got in the back parking lot that I lost it. Always where no one can see.

My entire childhood was like that. Anger and sarcasm was accepted, but pain and tears were something to hide, unless you were using them to manipulate. I think that's why I have such an aversion to 'routine' criers. It's only when the strong types lose it that I melt down.

I carried her ashes to my car, hugging her tight to me. She's home.