It's very strange how fast time flies. I feel like I was just in France with my dad, but that was a year and a half ago, and now my dad is gone. Things can change so quickly, and they go downhill even faster. People say that death gets easier as time goes by, but thats only true because we stop thinking about it. I miss my dad more than anything in the world. But they always say the good ones die young. Ain't that the truth?

1/14/2010 <333