I saw John Wallis Cry.

It happened in the library.

I saw John Wallis cry.

Not a hysterical sob or a mourn stricken wail, but rather a gentle stream of tears to say goodbye.

I saw John Wallis cry.

His tough guy exterior melted when his father said die.

I saw John Wallis cry.

He looked at the book in his hands watching the memories fly.

I saw John Wallis cry.

Tear-soaked pages from the his father's yearbook of '85.