Today makes one year since Dad passed away. He was a great man who lived for his family. I love him and miss him. I think about him at least once a day and sometimes I even feel like he's with me. Grief is such a strange state, one moment you aren't even thinking about the loss and then suddenly your throat closes up and you're sobbing in the middle of making dinner or at a traffic light. All I hope is that when he looks at me now, he's not too disappointed. He was a man of very high standards. I miss him.