Light:
A death of a character in a game I love, with you for a chunk of the game, leading the way. You confront this evil bastard and can't do a thing, he strikes her down with some curse/sickness. You find something to break into his place again and 2 of your party members say "we need to get back, NOW" and she's dying. This painfully sad music is playing and she slowly dies and you watch your party crumble to tears everyone hurt by it.
It sucks, it sucks so hard when playing. Only made more difficult when you're forced to fight a illusion of her to test your resolve. That said, never cried to it...it was just heart wrenching. I don't think I've ever cried to any medium ...don't take that as bragging, I've just had some more difficult real life issues maybe..I don't know.
Hard:
Going upstairs, my grandma passed away recently and she's been in our house my entire life. Always lived upstairs, always was there for me and she became ill with cancer, she had surgery to remove a large amount of it but it was too late. A few months of taking care of both my mentally disabled mother (Primary Progressive Asphasia) and my grandma it was the most trying days of my life. Her words of pain echo in my head every day, her apartment upstairs has been stripped slowly over the course of time and that alone cuts into my heart never the less going up there.
Did everything I...we could to help her, to make her comfortable, in less pain. The plan was to get her going with treatments after she recovered, there just wasn't the time for it. I've had to change the ring tone on our phone because the jingle would ring at all times of the day, her calling out for help. Simple pain to finding her fallen over in the bathroom needing cleaning...This was a strong woman mind you, she was 96 years old and she didn't give a shit, she went bowling every week, she went across the country by herself, she went on cruses where she'd walk on God damn glaciers. She was unstoppable as far as I was concerned, only to be stripped of all this in a few months. Dying and helpless.
She meant the world to me and she was taken so fast, so damned fast and I can't even bring myself to talk about her to anyone out loud ...because I know I'll cry, like a fucking baby. Because I miss her, I fucking miss her so much. Even typing these words are hard but I'm desperately trying to distract myself, a Let's Play is on and I'm more listening than I am thinking, but it still hurts, she meant the world to me and she helped me stay sane with all the hell that's gone on with my mom.
Now we're down one and now we're trying to get by, taking care of my mom as she's been progressively dying over the past 10 years. I'm sat awake, on my nightshift watching her sleep on the camera, making sure she's not in pain, having a seizure or anything.
This is something I made, one of those stupid ...expressing your emotions pieces I never got but I made this when we she was dying:
Art is about the only thing I have to keep myself focused and sane, something that she always was happy to see too...she helped me with it, got me an art tablet to expand my craft and keep learning. She was amazing...that's what makes me cry.
