364 days has passed, tomorrow is the day that I have been dreading for 364 days. The year, the day that a year has passed. How can a year have passed already? Well, it has. I think about it a lot, that week in the hospice. But not often for the bad reasons. I think about Grandad and I remember happy times, things that make me smile. It is hard at times, when I feel low, I just want to cuddle him. One day!