My husband looked up to his father for as long as I could remember. He had learned what it was to be a man from him and inherited not only his good looks, but his strength. I looked over at him as he stood, looking almost stoic as he comforted his mother. I knew this would be hard for him but he would never show that. He was so proud and wanted to be there for his family, even if it meant putting all his feelings aside. I looked over at his across the room again as he gazed back at me with that knowing look and he smiled briefly at me. I knew without him saying a word how he was feeling and I would be there when the reality of it all set in.