These past few weeks have been hard. Really hard. I find myself still not completely grasping the fact that Dad is gone. I will never see him again. I will never hear him again. I only find comfort in the fact that he's not going through what he was going through anymore.

I'm angry that he had to go through all that. I'm angry because he should be here, with me. I'm doing all of my garden stuff and planting new grass and I actually cried in the front yard today because I thought of him.

He was our best friend in Louisville. Now, we don't really have anything to do. I've been on the edge of boredom this week. It's been nice to have free time, but it's different. I enjoyed seeing Dad everyday.

My great uncle asked me last weekend what I liked to do outside of work. I paused, then said I'd have to figure that out again. We haven't had a life for 7 months outside of hospitals. I honestly don't know what I like to do anymore.