Missing

I watched a foreign film yesterday, Dear Frankie, and I was caught off guard by my reaction. I thought about Brandon, and where he was, even the past years. Every time I see a movie like that, I can't help but think of him. I used to think of him almost every day, but now its less, and that is also saddening. I don't have closure, which may not even help. I shed a couple of tears afterwards, confused by what I was feeling exactly. There is always to much to figure out in one day, and by the next day, I just want to forget. It may seem as a holiday occurrence, but with loved ones, holidays are as good as any day.