I wonder if Friday will ever mean anything to me again, other than one more week since you left? Dad & I spent more time yesterday worrying about how each of us would get through that day than we probably should have. We both did ok & there wasn't a lot of crying, but it was on our minds, as I'm sure it always will be.
There have been a few tears today, but I'm alone & it's harder then, I was trying to plan when we'll go back to Utah for your memorial with Rhi & saw your birthday on my calendar as "Erin's 27th Birthday," but you'll never be 27 now. I'll never see you any older. Never see the dad you would've been. Never see.. You.