He bowed his head in a shower with tears streaming down his face and small sounds of pain coming from him as the shoulders went up and down him in every single cry of relief that came from him.
He was certainly a bitter man.
She wept until she was in tears, and then she got up from her knees and began to rub the graves of the grave and straighten up the cross which lay slightly on one side due to the erosion on one side of the tomb.
He filled the dusty parts of his hands with careless disdain. When he finished he rubbed his hands in his jeans pants and walked back a few steps and looked at his work.
It made her happy.
He looked at the tomb for a long time, then turned and left the graveyard with great frustration.