Well, it's the 14th. Tomorrow I'm going to be 20 years old, and a week from now I will remember my dad for it will be the 13th year I've lived without his presence in my life.

I'm not perfect, but I can only hope that for the most part he'd be proud of who I am today.

In the beginning of the semester in COM, each student was asked to present a song to that represents who they are. I immediately thought of "Dance with my father," but the moment I played it in my room to gather some specific lyrics, I cried. I do every time I hear it, it's a lovely song but when it comes on the radio I have to change it. Yeah, so I knew this was not going to happen especially in front of everyone in class.

"If I could steal one final glance
One final step, one final dance with him ...
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love to dance with my father again"

Beside the fact that he died, timing just couldn't be better. I can't get over it. It wasn't even a week after my birthday and the promised make up birthday party that never happened. I get the feeling that for the rest of my life, I'll always have unanswered questions about that very day.