I went to go see him today, I felt the need to after working my last week before my transfer kicks in. I don't know why but I started crying even before I pulled up. I sat there talking with him for an hour or so, I suddenly felt so much better after I left. Yeah it was sad still but in my heart I felt better, when my daddy was alive and I had a bad day at work or I just wanted to vent, I usually called and talked to him, and he always made me feel better by doing what he did best, just listening. My daddy was the classic observer in life, he studied people and their actions. He saw things from his own perspective. Talking to him used to take whatever weight I had off my shoulders and as I left the cemetery today I felt the weight I had lift off. I miss him so much, I think about him all the time, but at least I know that I can visit him to feel better after a bad day.