It’s the days full of frustration, crazy laughter, or lots of tears that make a big impact on me. It’s those moments when I’m laughing so hard that I’m crying, the thought pops into my head…I can’t wait to tell Dad about this joke. Bing, Bang! I remember I can’t 🙁
Or when I’m so frustrated at whatever (the way people are driving, the clerk at the store who wasn’t helpful, etc.) that I think of what Colby would say.
It’s the extreme emotions that seem to bring up these thoughts the most. Whether it’s happy times or sad ones, I’ve always worn my feelings “on my sleeve” and talked to someone. For me, having lost three family members at different times, the feeling is a sharp regret that I can’t talk to any of them. It’s hard to put into words.