https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Db_0qByl9U0

Before I even watched this I started almost crying honestly. Losing Daniel must have been unthinkably hard for him to process, and it must have been so painful to acknowledge. That's why I went on all those rants since last year, about how he was distancing himself from us, about how he was throwing himself into his work, etc. The thing is though, I get it. No, I've never lost anyone that close to me (my step-great-grandma died when I was four, and my great-grandpa died the year before last), but I know what it feels like. A knife twists into your chest, and a lump bubbles up into your throat. You want to cry, but can't, and the only thing you can do is wander around, feeling completely miserable. It's hard. I know. I was just upset that he didn't want us to help. 10 million people were there when it happened. 10 million people promised they would be there. We were all waiting to help him, to welcome him with open arms. All we anted was to give him a moment's reprieve from the pain of life, as he had given us. But he didn't want us. Maybe he was afraid to be hurt more. Maybe he was afraid of being healed. Maybe he just didn't want to think.

Sorry! But of a damper in your day...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfjXceI00RM

Here - have this little ball of cuteness.