Robert,
I am (was) a 200 (165 now) lb 48 year old and after the year with my terminally ill mother, I cry when I watch Montel Williams. I believe one of the roughest days of my life was sitting down with my boys (13 and 15 now) and telling them about the cancer. All through my treatment I didn't care how bad I felt, I went to open house at their schools, I took them and picked them up at school every chance I could and I made it to football, band, etc. I even worked directing traffic with my youngest for the Christmas Parade and Methodist Men's Pancake feed. I'm glad they didn't notice the tears, as you describe, from time to time when I sometimes felt this could be the last Christmas, awards banquet, etc. I just blamed it on the Salagen or something in my eye, even though I'm sure they really knew. I will never be able to work the 70-80 hour weeks away from my family that I used to.
Thanks for reminding me how important our families really are to us.
Ed