Tears

Once in a while, things happen that make your grief seem all that more real.  I mean, I don't cry about him every night before I go to sleep, but there are sometimes when something sets me off, and I think that my heart is breaking all over again.

For example, the night before my math exam, I was under extreme stress, and so, when I went to bed after a day of fruitless "studying," I just lost it.

Or take last night, when my mom was bent on watching a DVD that our neighbour had loaned us called "The Ultimate Gift."  From the back it looked like a mushy, sappy, chick-flick, and I was in the worst possible mood for that kind of movie.  I used excuses like "I'm really tired," but eventually I was lassoed to the couch and the TV was turned on.  It turned out to be a really nice movie, however, one of the characters was a little girl dying from cancer.  I was a complete and total mess for the entire rest of the movie.

Stuff like that.  It really makes me miss him.