187 days…

I have spent much of today feeling a bit blah – not sure whether it’s this lingering achy, sneezy cold or whether the thought of it being Father’s Day tomorrow is just plain depressing.

…and then trying to put together a photo montage for next to the front door and thinking that you can’t possibly be gone because you were Literally Standing Right Here.

Tired, sad, worried.

That pretty much sums up my day.

I don’t know how we’ll get through tomorrow … but we will somehow.

We all miss you so much.

I love you, my soul mate.