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It's the little things you remember. When you thought the world would never end. And did. Driving down the road, the back seat full of dirty laundry in a beach city saying nothing at all because you're related and there happens to be nothing to say except you're lost and laundromats cost more than they use to. It's the little things that bring back all the grief of the going and coming and missing them. And you find yourself wanting to yell at the person who was once you "Why didn't you make the most of this nothing? This ordinary? This moment where you thought there was nothing more but to look out the window and note the gray sky and dirty road? Why didn't you grab her by her shoulders and let her know how much she meant to you, then, now and forever? Stop looking out your stupid window and listening to your stupid ordinary thoughts about this stupid ordinary day you... you... person who thought she knew everything and didn't! Life does end! Grief does hurt! Love doesn't last forever! Tears do steam forever and never quench the bottomless reservoir of despair and heart ache that you didn't capture this moment and use it to it's fullest! You fool! You just keep looking out that window and not hear me... Because I can't get through to the same person I am today as I was yesterday..."