I had a dream last night about my dad. We were cooking together. God, I miss him. He's been gone for 5 years and there is still a Greg Allen-sized hole in my heart. I owe this blog a entry on where I came up with the name... it's a tribute to him. It's just so emotional to write, because I just cry uncontrollably whenever I think about him. Last night's dream was nice, it really made me feel comforted.
