I don't really think I'm as far along in this grief process as I would like to be. I went to visit my Dad today and all I could do was cry as soon as I got there. Something about being in the arms of Daddy. I don't know what I'm really expecting of myself but I am just not feeling well emotionally. Savvy?

   I lit my candle. I'm sorry, I know it's against the rules but I did cry. It took me back to when Jeff was about three or four. I remember things about him like the shape of his bent knee or the big freckle on his left knee.What his legs looked like in those cute little shorts when he no longer needed a diaper so the next year he could wear last year's clothes. I want my baby back.