Holy cow… It's been 9 months. Exactly 9 months since I last talked to you, since I last heard your voice, since I thought you would be in my life forever. It's been a roller-coaster these past 9 months. I hope you're living it up in heaven right now, hanging out with your dad, Freddie Mercury and Kobe. I think about you every day of my life. You used to tell me that there was not a day that went by that you didn't think about your dad. I always thought that was a lie, I thought there was no way that you actually thought about him every single day. Especially since it had been around 30 years since he passed away. But you were right and I'm positive that I'll think about you every single day for the rest of my life. That will be my new reality, every little thing with remind me of you and I'll get sad, but then I'll smile because I know you're with me.

I don't know why today is so hard for me, maybe it's because I haven't had time to cry about it in a while. You always used to say that crying was the best medicine and I believe that. Maybe that's why I feel like shit today, I haven't cried in a long time and now it's all coming at me at once. I wanted to make this little letter short because I'm not trying to cry at work right now, even though I have been for the past 20 minutes. I can't wait to be home for Thanksgiving, but I know that will be so much harder than this. Mom and I miss you so much, you have no idea. Until we meet again, I love you dad.