When It Hits...

...it hits hard, ya'll. And it's usually out of nowhere. The smallest things can trigger a reaction (a.k.a. breakdown).  Most of the time it's something random and out of nowhere so that you're not prepared for it.  For me, it's bittersweet.  Bitter in the fact that a raw, gripping sadness suddenly overwhelms your heart and sweet in the fact that it means I haven't forgotten and moved on.  Honestly, I never want these random breakdowns to end.  I never want to get over losing my Dad.