Hi. I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm a 33 year old mother of 2. I lost my Dad 7 months ago. He got sick on Thursday night and passed on Tuesday morning. I live in Ny and my parents live in Az, but I was able to get there on Sunday and am so very glad I did. They said they knew he hung on till I got there. I am the baby of the family and Daddy's little girl. He was my hero, My first love, the only one I could count on. I took care of all that needed done and was the strong one, because that's what Dad would have wanted me to do. And then I went home and am left to pick up my feelings. I haven't hardly cried, but when I do, it was for days. I have done everything I know how to do to keep his memory alive. It isn't getting easier, in fact I think it gets harder. My family (mom and siblings) don't hardly talk to each other and they bring me in the middle. My mom is having a hard time and instead of dealing with it, she gets mad at everyone. I know she's hurting but she told me that I couldn't possibly hurt anything like she does. I try to take it with a grain of salt, but it hurts, cause I do hurt and maybe not the same way she does but I think I hurt the same amount. He was my best friend and I don't think we could have been any closer. We talked every day , more than once a day. And they would come and spend the summers with us on the farm. My dad loved it here, Mom did not. He would spend hours in his and my garden, feeding the animals, working in the barn and helping us restore our house. I miss him so terribly and I can't seem to feel better. I am sorry this is so long and thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope I get to know you all better. Thanks for listening.