My heart is breaking as I try and choke back the tears.
All I can do is hold him as his body shudders under my frail arms.
Tears slide down my face mingling with my own.
His grip tightens around my waist, trying to bury himself in my body,
as another wave crashes over him.
He never allowed himself to grieve–
claiming he had to stay strong for his parents.
This is something he’s needed for a long time.
I stroke his arms to let him know I’m here;
I’m not going anywhere.
“Let it out.”