Three weeks ago at almost this very moment my daddy went home to be with Jesus. It was completely unexpected. I just keep wishing that I had gotten the chance to say see you later before he went. I do not believe in saying goodbye, because I know I will see him again. I cry daily. We were so close and now my buddy is gone. I was in a bad auto accident a year ago and suffer from a brain injury and have lots of memory and comprehension problems. My dad helped with that, when my husband was at work my dad would be here with me and my 4 yo little girl (Lily). Now he is gone and the days are lonely and I still forget to eat sometimes, or to feed Lily before she starts getting grumpy for food. I know that God is in control and I know that He has a plan. I just feel a little lost at times. I hope all my rambling makes sense. It feels good to have a place to come and let it out.