Imagine

three years of walking around and all you're thinking is:

"I don't need that, I wouldn't take that with me, give that away, nothing here to miss really but a few people and a ton of good memories."

Three years.

Every second of every day thinking about not being here.

Walking around living in a place with stuff that most of it just really doesn't mean anything

Just takes its toll.

Trust me.

I don't even feel like going to mom and Al's for lunch.

I will suck it up.

But I really don't feel like going :-(.

I don't ever remember being without Nicholas on Fathers Day unless I was working.

Alan's Birthday.

God I love that man.

Yesterday wasn't so bad :-).

Had Dave for company.

Good music.

This AM?

It's just been hard Lucy.