I can't believe how I miss my dad. Today is the first time I've felt bad for missing my mother, but only a little. I'm beginning to understand that maybe I blame her for so much because she was my primary caretaker. My dad was my playmate. There is a big difference.
I think I'm just really lonely. My friend who joins me a couple times a week for a coke is laid up and I've no one else to talk to. I think I'm just jibber-jabbing. Sorry.