Generally I cope with death of friends and family well, but for some reason I'm having a hard time dealing with the passing of my great Aunt. She passed away about 3 years ago, but I can't seem to get over it. While at the mall today I saw so many things that reminded me of her and then smelled a perfume that had almost the exact scent as her small apartment in LA. I hadn't really had this hard of a time dealing with this ever since her funeral, I think the death of Alan (the micechatter) just pushed me over the edge. He was such a wonderful person who I was able to talk to anytime. This has got to stop, I can't live like this. The pain is just sharp. Even at work the patterns in witch do things are a little less cheerful. I think I'm done, for now.