There is not a single day that goes by where my father is not the first thing on my mind. I talk to him every single day. I feel him all around me. There are no words to explain how much I miss him. The pain doesn't seem to less as another day passes, it seems to get worse and I miss him more. He was so much larger than life. I had lunch with a friend this past week and he asked, "Lauren, tell me about your father" and there aren't enough hours in the day to tell someone about the kind of person my father was. Chelsea called his phone the other day to try to hear his voice. I saw his car in the driveway and thought he was home. I waited up till 4 am the other night thinking something happened at the bar and he was too busy to call to tell me he was running late. I just keep waiting for him to come home.

-Lauren