Two Weeks

Today was two weeks since Dad passed. I cannot believe he is gone and just want to think that this has been some horrible mistake. I know it's not logical, but I keep racking my brain trying to come up with a way to make it not true. But there is nothing. I think, "If I just remember enough good stories, if I look at enough pictures, if I just love him enough..." I've even looked up time travel. No really. I have never felt so helpless or out of control. I guess we all just have to huddle together and carry on the best way we know how, but nothing seems right without him here. I miss you, Dad, but will try to keep your memory alive and make you proud.