Somedays I can talk about Ronan’s cancer until I’m blue in the face and not shed a tear. The next day I pull into the carwash and the carwash man, Mr. Jay can ask about Ronan and give me a hug and I lose it like a baby. There really is no rhyme/reason/control over these emotions. I’m so used to having total control over my life and the things in it. That’s all out the window now. Better learn how to roll with the punches and embrace all these feelings. Trying to hide them/pretend they don’t exist is not going to get me anywhere.