"Hey mom, are you okay?" "Yeah...are you?" "Yeah." "What's up with that?" "I don't know."
Oddly enough, I haven't cried about it yet. Recently, when something really big happens, I don't. Maybe it's because I've been preparing myself for a long time. Maybe it's because I've cried about it in the past months. Maybe I'm still in denial. I don't know. I was going to cry once in the car yesterday, but I stopped myself. I know why I did that; I remember him saying that he didn't want anyone crying about him. It's going to happen, I just don't know when. What I do know is that I miss him already, if you couldn't tell from the last post.