I remember Brett crying in New York on our last anniversary trip together. We were riding a midnight ferry, he was looking at the skyline, and tears were running down his face. I was worried and remember putting my arm around his waist. I asked him what was wrong. He said, “nothing.” I then asked him why he was crying. He said, “I’m not crying.” We went back to the hotel, made love, and continued our trip like nothing had happened the night before.. I think back a lot and wonder what he was thinking that night..