When my boyhood best friend and mentor Jaybird lost his wife, I saw him cry for the first time. As the casket was lowered into the ground, he could hold back the tears no longer. After a while, with dry eyes, he put his arm on my shoulders, and said, “Let’s go home, boy.” Inwardly, he would continue to suffer; outwardly, he expressed the same courage and tranquility that had sustained him through so many periods of suffering and grief in his long life.