Day 18

The 18th would have been my Dad's 63rd birthday, so I only felt it was right to give him the picture for the day. (No one ever said it had to be a brand new picture.) He was the best Dad ever. You know they say it gets easier after a loved one dies, but I disagree. You continually miss them every day, and if you have kids, I think it's even harder because you think of all the things your loved one could be doing with your kids, and it just causes extreme sadness. I miss you, Daddy!