Kinda sad tonight. Grief is an interesting thing. There's this level of sad that's still there inside, and if I feel a bit sad for any reason, what comes to the surface is Becca. It's like this grief, this missing her is always just waiting there for me to reach it. I'm not sure what to think of that. I'm glad I miss her.

Yesterday I went back into her room. I didn't stop to think about it and I didn't get sad. I guess the sadness just waited a day but still needed to be felt.