Sometimes it’s the little things that set you off. For me today, I saw a sticky note that my dad had written on. I immediately started crying. He passed away May 16, 2019. People say it gets easier. I don’t think it does. I have days that I can live and breathe and do everything like normal. Then I have days where it’s like I’m back in that hospital room with my heart breaking all over again. Like today. I saw the handwriting and just started crying. Some days I have to pretend he’s still here to get by others just go by. It is hard. Everyday. It doesn’t really get easier to me. Maybe after more time passes. But I doubt it.