one year later.

I can't believe it's been a year, come and gone like one long dream. I feel guilty that I don't feel sad every day because you're not here. I used to, but now I keep myself busy so I won't have to think about how much I miss you. And I think you'd be alright with that, because every day I work, I hope to make you proud and you can see that.

But it would be better if you were here.

I miss you dad, and I love you.