I relate Mz. I cried for my Dad this morning. Its 6 years. Christmas is coming and its the 6th without him. I used to love to make him dinner. I send him back home with enough food for a week. Before I was eating my dinner, english breakfast and the hash browns were the best ever. I nearly burst into tears as he would have loved them. I swear I heard him say, `hey they are nice love' Sometimes it hits me, Im alone. The people that made me are gone.

We have our memories and if you can, go to a little daydream, even for a few minutes that you are doing something nice with him. Something you used to do. It helps me.Hugs to you and all that miss their loved ones on here.