I find myself having should have written this yesterday....however I digress

So I was sitting in burger king yesterday enjoying my breakfast after a  long night of work.   I found myself sitting across from an elderly couple that looked and reminded me so much of my grandparents.  For some reason I couldn't help it I just started crying I would look up and shed a tear or two then look straight down and compose myself just to start it all over again it made no sense to me whatsoever.  So it got me to thinking...are they proud of me?   Do they ever look down and say hey way to go for us... Would things be different if they still were alive.  This sounds odd but...8 years ago when they went away I never cried I was never upset Internally I was tore up inside but didn't really shed a tear I felt like a hollow shell, however 8 years later I find myself alone with my thoughts and visibly upset...wasn't I supposed to have been over this for a long time?   I don't know really this was supposed to have a purpose but really I lost it a little while ago...I should have written this yesterday as it was fresh in my mind,  but I didn't so now you get half thoughts and ramblings