Today it has been exactly 6 months since my dad passed away. I keep hoping and praying this was a lesson learned from a dream and I'll wake up and change who I am as a person so I am more appreciative of all that I have. I can't help but to replay all the events of that night. I can't believe its been half a year.

This year has been a heart breaker for me. Besides my dad's death, Greg's health gave us all a great scare. About a month back his fevers kept getting more frequent and high. I finally laid it out for him and said that if he had a fever that morning he was not going to work and he had to go to the hospital...he had a fever of almost 102 and I came home early that day to take him to the hospital. I figured it would be the regular ER visit, but we called his doctor and she said to come on in...so we did and she admitted him right away. His fevers were as high as 104, which for babies is fine, but for adults is not a good thing. They couldn't figure out what was wrong with him and after so many tests they figured out he had three viruses attacking this body all at the same time. It was CMV, cold sores, and shingles. His CMV count was 500,000, the highest ever seen. He also had C-diff (?). They had taken so much blood from him for blood test samples that he ended up having his first blood transfusion! It took about a day to do. In total he spent 12 days in the hospital. I slept there for the first three, and then his mom came to help out. I watched him go downhill for awhile, but didn't say a word to him about his condition b/c there was hope that things would get better and they did, thankfully. Greg is now out and he recently went back to work. A few more months and we should be in the clear. His check out date of treatment is September 25th. There will be a celebration.

There is a chance that I will be going to India this summer. I am hoping I am able to get everything ready (passport, doctor visits, tix, etc.) in time. My mom wants me to do all of it, but it's hard when I'm not really sure where we need to go in India and no one has their papers ready. I really hope this happens for us, for my dad. We need to release his ashes into the Ganges River. I want to do it for my dad, but at the same time I don't because then I have to accept reality and I'm not ready. I need my dad to come back to me.

School is almost out..thank goodness. More on that later.

Love you daddy.