every day for the past 2 months I look at my daughter and think of my dad at least once. and I just wish he was here to see her and hold her. I miss him so much. she is his first blood related grand baby and it breaks my heart that he's not here to say "I'm so proud of you bubba, she's beautiful" like I knew he would've. I just want to hug him one last time. I'm a big emotional mess. it's been almost 4 years and I can still remember his voice and remember what his hugs felt like. and somehow it makes it okay but not too much better. it's too late to be up and crying