I find myself unable to cry, not because i refuse to but because my body wont allow it…i don’t know how to explain it but even after some kind of loss, in the confines of my own space, i will feel the sadness and grief build up, and that lump will form in my throat and the shivering will begin but no tears will come. Am i trying not to show signs of weakness even to myself? Who knows.
I realized this after reading the final chapter of the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Throughout my final adventure with Ron, Hermione and Harry I could feel myself losing an adventure that has brought me so much joy to read, thought process to understand and love to share. The finality of the epilogue had me grasping for that tear, to express my loss for my paperly companion, alas, the tear did not come.
Nevertheless, my loss was felt, my tearless sadness for a series so greatly heralded I’m sure is shared, and i wont forget it. Thank you JK Rowling for a series well written, bringing to life a boy we all long to be, a true friend, a kind heart and a brave soul.