Today would have been my dad's 82nd Birthday.
I still can't believe he's gone. On the 21st of this month it will be three years since Cancer got the better of him.
I've been very proud of myself today. Haven't really dwelled in my sadness too much. It was easy at work because I was busy. And thankfully Amy came to town today and we went shopping for a dress for her graduation. I'm so thankful for her, she really kept my mind off of it. But now I'm home, alone. Jeff's at work. And I'm thinking about it.
Time doesn't heal nearly as fast as it should.
The girlfriend tuned my guitar, but I still dont know how to play anything. I used to be able to play the intro to "Don't Fear the Reaper," but that was really it. I want to be able to play at least a couple things by the end of the year.