I was taken in by the bravado and the sounds of Mexico... not so much the music, but the spirit.
I have irrational fears, and they all go back to losing my father as a kid. I've never gotten over it.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.