How do you get through a day when every moment you want to tell her something? Does that feeling end? You want to tell her a stupid story about what happened and just see her roll her eyes at you. In these five months it has gotten a little easier. But some days just hit you a little harder. the quiet house sucks. The beautiful drinking weather as we woulD call it just hurts now. I know I’ll be ok because I do have some good days but the missing her never stops.