Ok, just went to lunch with my dad. God always knows who to send to you when you need them. My dad is going through a rough time right now. And he always has been the protector. So he doesn't talk much. And tell me all that is going on. I hate that. But he will be my protector to the day he dies. Yes, I am daddy's little girl. I must have asked my dad a thousand times "do you ever get over this, do you ever stop thinking of them, will I ever feel whole again? He answers the same, Not a day goes by that I don't miss your mom. I think of her daily, and talk to God daily about her, I go to the cementary still." It took me two years to fully get back to begin to want to live. to do what she would want me to do."I don't know if I can wait another 6 months. What am I going to do. I am glad I have my dad to talk too. So that is so much a blessing. Well back to work I go. Lunch is over.