Daddy I miss you so much already. I don't keep a diary, but I wanted to find a way to hold on while learning to let go... this was what y brain and heart concluded together. The talking to you outloud thing could be considerd crazy =O we both know I'm crazy enough. I'm very tired tonight and while I am thinking about the things on my mind I don't want to open the flood gates or I will never sleep. I love you and I know your now freed from the burdden of your illness  I just can't call you anymore for advice on how to cook something, or which chef did a great job on hells kitchen, top chef, survivor, etc. Love you daddy.... goodnight!