Turkey sandwiches don't taste the same

Dad
I am having lunch-thinking of you.
Turkey sandwiches have never tasted the same since you have passed away. Things haven't been the same...everything has been different.
Each day, I think of you-time and time again. I had a garage sale this weekend and attempted to sell a few of your shirts and pants. I know you probably laughed thinking I was trying to capitalize on your stuff. Well, I needed some dough. :)
It was hard watching people sift though your things, but I thought at least I wouldn't get too emotional at my garage sale. I was right...I kept my emotions intact until mom cam over. She picked out a few things that she wanted for Sam...after she left to spend the afternoon at school with Alex-I cried. I miss you so much! I wish there was a way to have more time with you. I need a few more minutes...even though I know that would probably not be enough either.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
I am cooking dinner for my father in law tonight because my mother in law is out of town for a few more days. We are having brats on the grill. I know not a fav of yours, but it would have been nice to cook you dinner sometime.
I never did that for you. I wish I would have. Well, just thinking of you a whole lot today.

I miss you and love you Dad. I am sorry that you left this world so early and under such crazy circumstances.

Have a good day!