Day 182

Dear Scott,

It's been 26 weeks - half a year. I didn't think I would make it through this day, but I have. I have tried my best not to think of you today; I did okay until after dinner. I was thinking how I have gotten accustomed to eating alone. I hate it. I hate it.

I miss you every day. I think of you all the time. It seems like only a few hours ago you kissed me goodbye at church. I can still hear your voice in the air and see you walking around our home.

Your life mattered to me.

Good night, I love you Scott O'Con.