It's been four months and four days and I still miss my dad like crazy. Every day. Walking down the street, driving to work, seeing a new book title on Amazon--the sadness can strike anywhere and anytime. I miss him. I love him. I wasn't ready to let go. I'm better than I was four months ago, but I'm still not 100% okay. Or maybe this is what it means to be okay now.
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