So, this morning I'm in Atlanta with my sister-in-law and we are going to my niece's play. We get to school, have lunch in a crazy place they call the cafeteria and are soon winding down hallways making our way to Gracie's classroom. My expectations are that this will be cute and funny and we'll spend most of the time laughing at how silly kids can be. Well, we sit down in chairs that my butt hangs off the sides of and the kids gather in front to sing a welcome song. Very cute and sweet. Then the play takes a turn. They play a video of an elderly man who goes up to his attic and begins looking though old photo albums and remembers his past and what it was like being a father. Well, as this is happening I'm looking around and notice the man sitting in front me is much older, like grandpa age. I think nothing of it until the video mentions that this guy in the attic lost his wife. The grandpa in front of me began to whimper and I felt something coming. I think tears literally shot out of my eyes across the room. He obviously had recently lost his wife. As his daughter was rubbing his back trying to comfort him I tried to get it together! Now tears are streaming down my face. Ridiculous! It's still amazing to me how fast those feeling of loss can come back and how strong they are. I often worry that enough time will pass that I won't think of my Dad as often or even worse... at all. Well, today reminded me that there will always be something right around the corner to smack me on the back of the head and shoot tears out my eyes...I just hope I have tissue next time.