...I can't pretend like I've got it all under control anymore.The tears just start coming like something I can't control. It's good, because I get to see your words, hear your voice, know what you're doing and how you're doing. It's bad because I know it's only temporary, and that you're getting that much further away. But I'm blessed, nevertheless, for the moments that I have. These are the moments I have to cling to, and they'll carry me through.