It's really weird. This one came up on Facebook with the icon of one of the users who answered it, which happened to be of John Lithgow of all things. We just finished his season of Dexter, so I've been seeing a lot of him. This has been weird for me, because he looks a lot like Jackson. For those who don't know, I was with him for over ten years, and over eight of those were long distance. Within six months of our breakup, he was diagnosed with prostate cancer, which he lost his battle with in early 2010.
Not to say I've been watching these episodes and bawling. But you know how it is when you're watching something in a dark room and the the lower part of your field of vision starts to blur. You're fine and nobody would ever notice, but your mind races with that constant battle between the bad memories and the good ones.
I can't stay mad about the past for very long. There was a lot of good there, too, and while it's never easy to let go, it's always more rewarding to be happy and thankful. And we as a culture need to learn to quit rolling around in our grudges because that shit stinks.