Last year during this week of October my dad passed on. I just want to bring attention to family... it really matters. I know people say, "You don't know what you have until it is gone." This is so true. This last year has been the worst year of my entire life. I am writing this because your parents tell you stuff, you usually just brush it of and say whatever. They really know what they are talking about. There is not a day that I don't find myself thinking about it. I find myself sitting here wishing that my dad could be here to see my life. You don't know how badly I wish he was here everyday, I would have cherised every moment with him when he was alive if I knew he would be gone. I remember memories and it really just feels like my soul has a horrible cold and I can't shake it off and say I am alright. I can't say that I am alright because I know i'm not. I feel like a peice of me is missing, and I hate that I can never get it back. I am not telling this to people because I want pity or anything like that. I just want you to stay close to your family because it is what really matters.