Today is February 1st, 2016. You've been gone almost a year. I can't believe I've survived. I'm still not convinced that I'll make it, but I guess I have no choice. Dad's birthday is coming. I didn't think it would bother me this year, but I think it is. I just miss you. That's really all I can say at this point. I miss you and I've never been so hurt in my life. I had a few days where I felt almost normal, but I still can't sleep. I think the closer it gets to the one-year mark, the harder it's going to be.