That's how long it's been since you left us.
It doesn't seem possible.
The time has gone so quickly that some days it feels like only yesterday. And yet, other days, it feels like a lifetime.
It feels so strange to think that 9 months of my life have gone past without you knowing about them.
Or maybe you do. Some days I honestly don't know what I believe. Are you up there somewhere? Watching over us? I think you are. I want to believe you are.
In that case, you already know I'm getting married. I just don't know what you think about it. Are you happy for me? Do you wish as much as I do that you'd got to meet him - just once? You'd love him. I know you would. But I'd give anything to hear you say it.
I'd also give anything to have you walk me down the aisle. Ian will do a wonderful job, I know he will, but it won't be the same. We're all going to miss you so much.
But it's getting easier, Dad. To think of you and smile, instead of crying. It's getting easier to look at a picture of you without getting too sad.
But some days, like today, when I think of how long you've been gone, I miss you more than ever.
There is nothing in this world I wouldn't give to talk to you one last time. To hug you one last time.
I love you, Dad. I wish I'd told you that more.