I find it amazing, how much we, as humans, are able to handle and process in our lives. How do we choose what to remember, and what to forget? What makes us hold onto some people long after they have passed on, while others we let slip out of our lives?

Every day, I think of him, still. Every single day. And lately, the things I've been thinking have been just as strong and vivid as the month after he died.

It doesn't change how I feel about my life now. It doesn't make me regret the choices I've made, or love the family I have any less. If anything, it makes me greatful that my experiences have taken me this far.

But I still miss him, and I know I always will.