Mourning the self

I had to return from retreat on the 1st day due to a family emergency, but I've been meditating at home as though I were still there.

During meditation yesterday I was thinking about the self and suddenly tears sprang to my eyes. I realized the tears were for the self. I was mourning. 

I was mourning the person I believed my self to be my whole life. I know that person doesn't exist.

 Ive always taken that voice inside my head to be me. I knew my body wasn't me, but I thought that voice I hear, that is surely me. What I thought of as me doesn't exist. It's an ever changing cyclone with nothing real or permanent in it.

It did feel like a moment of real understanding, real mourning.