Man it really could be any little thing that sets you off, huh? I lost my wife about 4 months ago now. It has been the hardest period of my life to date, and I've had a fairly difficult life. We were together for 10 years. We have a 6 year old together, as well as she played the role of step mother to my older 4 children. I mean she was just the best. 37 years old she was, passed from a heart attack in her sleep. Before anyone comments on her condition the matter is settled and I don't need to feel compelled to answer any questions about that part of this. She was too fucking young, period. So she always did the majority of the grocery shopping in the house, due to my being gone working all the time and social anxiety issues and such. My love was so good at remembering everyones likes and dislikes, she was so much better at it than I was. Well, every year at the Aldi by our house around this time, they break out their guacamole ranch salad dressing. You know how grocery stores bust out seasonal stuff. I tell you, she would get so excited over this stuff. I would come home from work and she would be like, "Babe! Look what Aldis got back!" and then would fix a big ass salad. All through the summer she would buy it. Then, when she knew that they were getting ready to pull it, she would grab as many as she could beforehand. It's the little things in life, right? Flash forward to today. I'm shopping at the Aldi while our daughter is in school, and head over to the salad dressings. As I'm looking for their knockoff Olive Garden Italian, I see they have the Guacamole Ranch back out. All of a sudden, like a punch in the goddamn chest, I'm taken by the sadness again. I look down at the contents of my cart as the tears start to flow, hoping noone is looking at me or notices that this big ass puertorican dude is crying in the middle of an aisle in the grocery store. I mean its not like I was bawling or anything. I've gotten pretty good at allowing tears to flow without sobbing, kinda mastered that one sitting at my daughter's ballet classes. I collect myself after a few minutes and carry on. I dared not to pick up a bottle of that dressing, lest I be tortured everytime I open my fridge at home. It really is the little things.