I thought I could be strong and tough through the whole ordeal of having my gma die. I didn't cry until today when I saw my dad. As soon as I knew he was here and saw him, I just starting bawling. For the last few days I know everyone has been watching me and wondering why I hadn't cried yet. They were waiting for me to break down. I was even wondering why I hadn't cried. I was starting to think I was emotionally damaged. I guess I'm not. There's hope.