It didn't exactly turn out as I thought it would.

A man deserves the right to be upset when someone dear to him leaves, even though it's not for forever.

Goodbyes have never been, never are, and never will be easy.

I seem to be in this surreal state of denial, almost the same as I'd felt in December last year.

This is not happening, I think as I gaze far out into nothingness in a random corner of my field of vision. For a split second my eyes move to another point not more than a millimeter away, and I awaken to realize...it is happening, or rather, it's happened.

It's happened.

Mum, I miss you already...