Found out today that our friend's father passes away yesterday. He's been sick for a long time and has been treated for different forms of cancer and such. But, even though he was in the hospice, it doesn't really make it any easier does it?

While at the store picking up a card for them I was crying reading the sympathy cards. I think all the memories of my dad started to come back. It doesn't help that with my birthday last week I have been thinking a lot about my dad as well. Silly things like how I know he would have wanted to be around to take me out for my 30th, be in town, celebrate, stuff like that. How Jackson will miss out on having him around as a Grandpa. Just missing my dad in general.

I also start to think that I'm a bad person when someone's father dies. I think to myself, heck, they got to have them around longer than I did! Like in this case, she got to have him around for her different graduations, wedding, birth of child, stuff like that. I didn't even get middle school concerts, yet alone graduations. I'm selfish, I know, but when they hurt of the loss comes through sometimes the anger does as well. I need to remind myself that I had my dad around, even if it was just for 12 years. Many people don't even get that much.

On to happier things. I had my weigh in this morning and I'm down 1.8 lbs, totaling 120.3 lbs. I can't complain about that can I?

Guess I should get going. Jackson and Joe just came down after bath time. It's kisses for him and than up to bed. Jackson that is, not Joe...lol.