Squashed idea.

Grief is a bizarre thing. You lose someone and months, or even years afterwards, something reminds you of that loss. Suddenly, you feel like you did the very moment that you lost them, like someone punched you in the stomach, and you grieve for them all over again.

I had one of those moments today. I had a really cool idea and thought, "I gotta call Larry and tell him about this." Then it hit me. I can't call him, he's gone. I don't even have anyone else I could tell my idea to, because now I feel like shit, and my great idea looks all stupid. Grief squashed my cool idea. Now I just want to find a box of Kleenex and go to bed.