when you've got hypothermia. You're still fucking cold, but it's not so bad all of a sudden. @every tomorrow@twitter, @janiebee, I hate the way just talking about my dad makes some people uncomfortable. I refuse to pretend like he never existed or was important to me, just because someone doesn't want to admit that death happens to everyone. "i'm not just grieving... i MISS him." really hit the nail on the head. I am finally done grieving - for now, it's pretty cyclical - but some days I just miss my dad so bad, I want to pick up the phone and hear his voice, and knowing that I can never do that again is like a punch in the gut. It's amplified because my dad committed suicide, which I have no trouble talking about but omg STIGMA. And yet, almost every single person I talk to knows someone who has committed suicide. Some of their stories have been so helpful to me. Just knowing how many people in my life knew the deal, and had gone on with their lives, and understood, was so valuable. Yes, exactly like being in a secret society. @Craftastrophies If I'm allowed to talk about my dad, you're allowed to talk about yours. I can't believe people would not want you to talk about him. That is atrocious and beyond comprehension to me. Ugh. People! It's also bad because if someone doesn't know your dad is dead, you don't want to be like "my