I meant to post this...

•It's 1:38 in the morning and that means it's been a couple minutes from a month that you have past away. It's all still so surreal and I am still waiting for you to walk through the door, or text me "Good night baby. Sweet dreams and don't forget to say you're prayers. Love you." It hasn't really sunk in yet, but I still get small reminders daily that I won't be able to speak to you again, or laugh with you until you cry and wheeze, or just have a nice life conversation with you. I know for many years we never saw eye to eye, but I truly appreciate the things I was blind to. You worked long days to help support us and if we didn't have it at the moment, you found a way to get it. You have taught many life lessons and I'm blessed to have the time I did with you. And even if life doesn't happen the way we want, or our hearts aren't ready, you left when it was your time. I hope through this long process I will understand why, and I will to not be so angry about it.

Until we see each other again, please visit me in my dreams and continue to watch over me as my Guardian Angel, and guide me as I walk through life. I hope you're finding huge mushrooms, and blessing the other Angels with your laugh.

I love you dad, so very much.•