It's been over six months since I lost my dad to cancer. I wish I could say it doesn't hurt as much, but it does. Some days it hurts more than it did in that week after he passed. Planning the funeral of the best man I've ever known was hard but living without him is so much worse. I have days when all I want to do is hear him lecture me. I used to get so mad when he'd tell me things I didn't really want to hear and now I'd give anything to hear his voice, stern and sure giving me advice. To see him snuggle up with his grandkids enjoying their company.