My Dad was a great guy and he was my inspiration for God as I understand Him today. My Dad was a very friendly guy with a great sense of humor. He was an awesome Dad who always encouraged me in just about anything I ever wanted to try.

I think I just miss him so much because I'd already been missing him for a couple of years. He had dementia and was in a nursing home. Some days he was right there and some days he was gone away somewhere. I didn't visit as often as I could because it was really hard to go see him and he not be there. But sometimes we had good visits. I missed him a lot. I missed him a lot, but i could go see him and sometimes he'd be there. Now I can't even go see him, and he's not ever going to be there again.

I'm sure he's gone ahead to a better place. I have no doubts about that. And I guess I'm a little glad he's gone ahead out of the body and deteriorating mind he was trapped in. I just miss him. I listen to some of his favorite music and I cry and I feel better. But then I still miss him.

And then some days I just get tired of the every-day grind. I just get so tired and it feels like it's never going to end and I can never get enough rest. But even if I get some rest, I'm still tired. I might just be depressed for a while.