I hurt for this family, if you see the guy again, let him know that people are praying for them!
How easily this could have been my son.
Met a guy today, at my local bar. He seemed upset, turns out his brother just died , got hit by a sniper, in Iraq.
Nineteen. The guy I met was his "big" brother at 31. I'm
still getting over my mother's death, two years later, but she had a full life, at least. This guy has to grieve with his brother's wife, his family, and all that. 19 years old. It really hit me, don't know why, but it did.
I thought, and felt, for just a minute - what his mother must feel, what his father must feel. What his brother felt I could see, acutely. Pain. loss, hurt. Pride in his brother, so much it in itself hurt. In the end I think he'll be ok, but I do not know, for sure.
I can only hope, and do what I can, to help. I could only say so much, and tried not to cry when he did, right there, in the bar. That's tough, seeing a grown man cry, and not being able to do anything beyond a hug and a cry, to help, accck.
But that's good, too, when I was growing up men did not *ever* cry in bars - never. Cut off an index finger - a "flesh wound" - band aid, finish beer, game of pool, *then* go to hospital. (just a slight exaggeration)
So, to me it's a good sign when one ain't too embarrassed about crying.