I held him while he sobbed and sobbed, his tears wetting my cheek, his body  in pain. I had never seen him cry before. He said he was crying for my sadness, crying for my pain, crying for his sudden weakness, crying, crying, crying for human suffering and the lack of understanding. I held him tight, loving him, loving the wonderful, caring human that he is, comforting him, our tears mingling. I am so blessed to know this man and so privileged to be loved by him. I love you T.