It does not feel like my dad's been gone 3 years. But while it feels like he died yesterday, there's also days where it feels like he died a decade ago. I guess grief and heartache plays those tricks on you, on the good and the bad days. Iirc I felt like this last year too.

I was hoping this would be a good day, or at least manageable. But since my car picked yesterday to act out and get put in the shop, I'm stuck here in the house he built, and that house is filling up with chatty ghosts. Usually when that happens I hop in Moby and take a long drive to the beach. Today, on the day when I need that the most, I don't get to that.

I am trying to get some work done, with limited success. Mostly, I just wanna sit on my porch and have a good cry, which I think I'll do. I'll get by, and get through this, but it's easier to feel the pain instead of stamp it down and ignore it. Tomorrow is a lovely day.

Tell your most important people how much they mean to you, give them a hug, send them a note. It is still the very best advice I can give.

And stay hydrated <3 <3 <3

-Charlie