Missed.

I try not to celebrate death dates.  As a matter of fact, sometimes I'd rather just forget them.  But, then I spend a week being sad and crabby and tired, and I remember why this time of year is so hard for me.

On November 14, 2003 at 9:50pm, my dad died.  It was the saddest day of my life.  Sometimes I feel stupid because I still cry because I miss him.  We buried him on the 3rd Monday in November.

Even tho I try not to remember the day he died, because it hurts so much, I always find myself feeling sad and alone on this day.

I miss him.