Today I have been going through pictures.. I've started a scrapbook.. I keep looking for Dad's pictures just to see his smile.. I miss how he would give me a grin when Mom would get after him for something.. Or when I would do something stupid just to make him laugh.. I miss walking through the door and hearing him say my name making sure it was me coming in. Mom has made us go through his things and move everything out of his bedroom and it kills me. I wanted to keep it for a little while…

I had My Daddy Terry, for 25 years and for some reason I feel it was not long enough. I have so much anger, hurt, guilt, and pain built up. I know he went to heaven but it is still so ha