I'm sure the tears make it more real for the poeple listening. I recall speaking at the expo and tearing up when I spoke of Mom. At first I felt foolish, then I decided it must have been okay because women approached me after the speech and thanked me (not for crying, but for my words).

When Mom died, it became important for me to have a picture of her with all five of us kids together. I found few. The one I chose to copy and give to my siblings is one of the her with all of us at Dutch Wonderland, a little amusement park that is still in Lancaster, MD. I'm looking at it as I type. It's in my office. She is grinning ear to ear as she sits with her baby on her lap and the rest of us surrounding her.