… and just like that, the catharsis began as her tears fell like rain straight from Heaven. The best part of it all was the way all the people at her sides and the row behind embraced her when they saw that she was clearly being shattered by this song in that moment. None of them knew her story … our story … but they heard, saw, and felt it and went straight to work. It was one of the most beautiful “stranger moments” of both our lives.
Concerts aren’t just always about fun, games, and “music”, by the way. Sometimes they’re a four hour long intensive IN patient therapy session. If you know, YOU KNOW! For the record, Three Days Grace is to her what 5FDP, Maiden, Shinedown, and 3 Doors Down are to me. They wrote the entire soundtrack to her life, and she’s found so many broken pieces of herself that she might not otherwise have been able to identify had it not been for the their presence in her atmosphere. Meanwhile, then there was this ‘lil intersection nugget in the midst of our preparing for the night:
Hey, daughter? Should we run and get you some waterproof mascara?
HELL no, mom! I’m proud of how I’ve walked through all my living nightmares and storms, and I’ll wear the proof of ALL OF THEM like a warrior wears his war paint tonight! I’VE EARNED IT!
It was THE concert of her lifetime, my friends. Oh, and one last thing. When I got the tickets, they were literally the only two good seats left in the house … which, (ps), just happened to be front row center. Were they expensive? YUP! No expense was spared for this moment of a lifetime of hers. Regardless, I had told her over and again that she could take anyone she wanted and that just because I bought them, it didn’t mean that I had to be the obvious choice. I just wanted her to be happy in her element. So, I was honored to have been the one she chose to have standing right beside her for it.
The Diary Of My Perfection 
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