Christmas Tree

I weep almost every day but most recently I've been stressing over the Christmas tree.

Christmas tree you say?  Yes.

Why?

Because it was always up to my dad to put the tree together.  He has his system.  We would put it up the day after Thanksgiving.  He would start from the bottom with the branches and wind around the lights as he went up.  It made the tree have more lights and more wonderfulness!  He would listen to Steven Curtis Chapman's Christmas cd and yes...Kenny G.  I would have bought him some Pumpkin Spice coffee so he could drink it while putting up the tree.  I remember last year we came over as he was in the middle of putting up the tree.  He was sitting on the floor with his Colts hoodie on jiving to a Christmas song.  Since he was sitting on the floor he got bombarded by Dayze.

When dad passed one of the first things I cried to Brandon about is, "who is going to put up the Christmas tree?"  He was like, "It's April!  Why are you worrying about a Christmas tree?". 

I know it's silly but so much has already changed too much.  I miss him so much everyday.

My dad loved history.  He was really intrigued about John Adams.  In my History 101 class last week we watched the first episode of a John Adams HBO special.  I just wanted to cry right there in class.  I couldn't call dad on the way home and tell him about it.  It's something he would've enjoyed a lot and I couldn't share it with him.