I started crying when I saw all those cars pulled over on the highway with the people standing beside them. Didn't stop through the whole thing.
Same thing wih my wife & me.
I only cried:
every time I saw Nancy hold back the pained grief,
at every outpouring of love and respect by the common citizens lining the streets and highways,
at every majestic word by Reagan's ministerial soul-mate, Lady Thatcher - she was Churchillian,
at the salute in the Rotunda by the soldier who lost both his hands to help free the people of Iraq,
at the playing of Taps in the Sunset and the naval officer on his bended knee,
other than that, this vet, was as stoic as that next face to be carved into Mount Rushmore.
(as an immigrant who came to this country at the age of six, I still shed tears for Elian Gonzalez. The day he and Mr. Reagan were taken were my saddest days as a U.S. citizen. )