Crying

It's weird. Whenever I cry (which is, I'm sure, the normal random-girl-crying amount), no matter what the original reason for my outburst, I automatically start thinking of my dad and his memory fuels my tears. It's like I subconsciously associate sadness with his death. It's oddly comforting, because I know at least that he will never be forgotten. Just a strange observation I've noticed of late.