Six years...

Well, it's been almost six years since my dad died. (He passed away from a brain tumor six years ago on March 25.) I miss him terribly. He was my compass... my guide for right/wrong. When I would have a problem I just couldn't solve, he was the one I called. As a result, these past six years have been tough because he is the one I would have called for advice to handle the stress of the death. Irony is an evil, twisted thing, isn't it?