Things that get me emotional? Thinking of one particular set of about three weeks, nine years ago:
Returning home from three years working abroad, knowing that the chances of me staying together with the first girl I truly, madly, deeply loved were slim.
Splitting up with said girlfriend, around the same time that my grandmother – that I stayed with between seasons – was diagnosed with late stage terminal cancer.
After two days of inactivity, watching my grandmother sit up in bed to greet my sister that who had just flown back from New Zealand as if it was an everyday occurance. “Hello dear!”
Standing next to my grandmother as she stopped breathing within 24 hours of my sister arriving, but it feeling like the most natural think in the world.
Otherwise? Watching my daughter laugh out loud. Makes my heart miss a beat.