This is getting so much harder. I miss you so much more every day. The pain gets worse every day. I'm reminded of you by everything. Please come home Daddy?! I miss you so fucking much! You're supposed to be here with us, drinking on Friday's and going down to the meeting place. Sitting in and watching dvds together. Having our big favourite dinners together. (After all, you were the best chef.) But this new life just isn't right for me. I'm used to being with you every day and every night. I know you're watching over me, please make this easier for me?
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