I suppose with the holiday this weekend I'm a little more emotional. Daddy's been gone nearly three months now. And there's not a day that's passed that I don't feel about eight years old.
We're going to try to make this Mother's Day special for mom. But it'll be so hard. This will be the first year that I remember daddy won't be there to help plant mom's flower garden with my sister and I. God, I'll miss him bitching about her damn weeds.