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May 22nd holds a great amount of signifigance in my heart. The horrible amount of pain I feel every time it comes around is all that reminds me that I'm still human. Once again it marks my Dad's death after a hard fight with cancer. And no matter how much I seem 'over it'. I never will be. Everything reflects back to the question, 'What would he think of me?' or 'Is he proud of who I've become?' Other than these thoughts and my memories of him, I'm merely an empty shell of a person. When I think back over my life, the memories that make me smile are the ones of him spending time with me. Not necessarily as a dad, but as a best friend. Well, I'm done for now...