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when my brother passed away, i boarded the first available flight to florida... my friends all offered to come down to support me, but since we weren't having a traditional, public funeral, i told them not to... when i got back home, i was in an awkward place... i saw my friends, but i didn't really get an opportunity to mourn with them... by the time i returned to michigan, i had no choice but to return things to a state of somewhat normal, which meant school, work and all my other obligations... i don't know how long had passed... maybe a week or two, not more than a month, i'm sure... and i met bridget over near GLX. We ended up at a borders where we sat in the cafe and chatted... and bridget cried. and i cried. it was the first time i felt like i was really mourning with one of my friends. i knew all along, without a doubt my friends were supporting me and there for whatever i needed, but it was that day, in that bookstore cafe which was the moment. that moment was so incredibly important to me... and today bridget is leaving to move to florida... the opportunity for spur of the moments trips to the bookstore or target or anywhere else will be gone... and i know what amazing opportunities await bridget and her family in florida, so i'm thrilled for them... but part of me is also being greedy and selfish and wishing they wouldn't go... i just want them close... i miss them already...