I head off to the Wairarapa tomorrow for work for a night - haven't been there for a while. Should be a bit of a laugh. I unzipped the suitcase I am going to use and found Dad's glasses in there. Promply burst into tears. It was unexpected pain and pleasure finding them. One: wishing he was still wearing them, and two: knowing he never will again. I just can't bear it sometimes, it makes me so sad. There is a hollow part inside me that just wants to curl up and hide from the world and cry. But I know that won't help and I also know that Dad wouldn't have wanted it that way. But it is hard to do "normal" when I feel so sad inside. I miss you so much Dad...so much. My life will never be the same.