Today was a bad day. I stayed in bed until 2 pm, feeling sad. I started to feel better after I finally broke down and said the one thing that I have said, probably five thousand times in the last three weeks, "I miss my dad." For some reason, it just helps to say it out loud. Sometimes it helps if I talk to my dad to...like he is still here, listening. I know its a little bit crazy, but it helps me, so I don't really care.