I only saw my dad cry twice. Once when his dad, my Grandfather, died and the other time was when my mom was in the hospital for surgery and they came out of the operating room and told dad, she may not make it because of loss of blood. She had a rare blood type and they used the only two pints they had on hand.
I was with him and my sister was away in college. He grabbed my hand and told me we have to go downstairs to the Chapel. He kneeled at the alter for over a half hour. Mom survived, but it took her nearly a week before she was allowed out of bed. She retained all of her faculties. He was a strong man. A manās man, if you will, but when it came to my mom, he was a wimp. He loved her so much he once bought her a real Pearl necklace because she liked the song āString of Pearlsā by Glenn Miller.