My brother took off for London, Ontario yesterday. He got accepted at the University of Western Ontario to study for his Master's degree, and he jumped at the chance: partly to study, partly to get out of Edmonton. I saw him off at the airport; I had dropped The Peach off there an hour earlier, so I figured I would just stick around and say goodbye to him. My mom and his girlfriend were there too, and I didn't want to steal their time with him so I just gave him a hug and said I'd send him an e-mail some time soon.
I've broken down crying four times today whenever I think about it. I didn't see him very often while he was here, but at least I did see him sometimes. And it hurts to know I can't just call him up or bump into him randomly any more. I didn't realize it was going to hit me this bad. And with no Peach around, I have been distracting myself as best I can, with beer and comic books. But there's nothing sadder than a grown man sobbing with a can of Black Label in his hand while reading an old issue of Excalibur. Anyhow. I just had to vent.