I think that's why it gets to me so much -- because I'm just not expecting it or mentally/emotionally ready for it when this stuff hits me. And it hits me so hard.

I feel a little guilty, really, that I still feel this way. He's been gone for two years now. It just seems like I should be ... I dunno ... better, or stronger, or something. But I also know I'll probably never really get over losing him. He and I just went through way too much together. And he was like my kid before I had kids. Just ... losing him was hard. And it still is.

Anyhow ... thanks for the comforting comment. *HUGS*