First time I have cried in a very long time.

Dad would have been 87 tomorrow.

So much has changed since his death. It seems
so little has felt right. I think many things have
been right. I just don't know how to let them be
what they are.

I feel lost. Alone. I wrote those same words many
times when he was alive. They are the same words.
But what they mean is not the same.

I hope I get some sleep.