Here it is, almost 2 months. Why isn't this getting any easier? Some days go by and I stay busy enough that I do not think of you every second, but other days you are all I can think of. Even music is something I so not listen to as much as I used to, some songs are too sad, and I am afraid of what song may come next. I miss you Dad. I know that missing you is not going to bring you back, but I cannot help it.