I find myself focusing very hard on stemming the random flow of tears these days; not out of any sense of crying as weakness or a need to put up any kind of front of strength. I am perfectly comfortable feeling weak and giving in to said weakness, either while I'm alone or surrounded by any number of relative strangers.



Ask anyone who knows me, they'll tell you that I am capable of bursting into tears while describing an especially moving long distance commercial.



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Yesterday marked two months, or more precisely, 63 days since my mother passed. Where am I now?



While logic has never played a huge role in my life; I've never really grasped the need for it, it seems so complicated, so unnecessary; I have always enjoyed analyzing and attempting to quantify my emotional state.



Yes, I am a weirdo. Let me state for the record that I am completely comfortable with and in fact not a little proud of that.



So, in the spirit of… Continue