I felt sad today. I kept wanting to call Dad up and tell him something I'd heard or something I saw or I wanted to ask him a question about something. I went up to the cemetary this evening and stared around at the grave. We haven't picked a headstone out although we've talked about it. There is a service "pin" thing there and our flowers from the funeral are still laying across the grave but I really am ready to have a headstone up. I want to be able to tend it.