I’ve done it in the grocery store in the applesauce aisle. I’ve also done it while walking down 17th Street, NW and on the Metro platform at Farragut North.
What have I done?
Crying in public. And you know what?
When I was doing it, I could have cared less about who I ran into or what I looked like. I was in the throes of grief and I had either heard a song that reminded me of my husband or was coming from a situation where no one acknowledged my loss or what was happening to me.
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