Britney was there for me when my father and stepmother sent me to rehab for being too gay. Her personal struggles before and after the ensuing years helped me as I readjusted back to school and into college. I didn't care if she shaved her head. I just wanted her to be okay and yes, just wished everyone would leave her alone.
By November, 2013, I had lost both of my parents to cancer and was left to clean out our house. From notes penned on the back of receipts from my father to my mother to birthday cards from mom to me, there were plenty of heartwarming keepsakes -- most of them ugly cry-inducing. Then, there were those that made us laugh.