Missing Dad

It's two days before Dad's death anniversary. I cannot describe how I feel. I am still sad deep inside. I miss those days that he would drive me to church... I miss his arms that carry me up... I miss his hands that gently massage my legs every morning... He has been my physical therapist since I have become paralyzed due to GBS and since he has gone, I have not tried to stand up again... I am a bit heavy and only Dad could lift me up to stand with a walker. I have noticed that I am losing the strength that has remained on my left knee, which makes it even more impossible for me to stand up again... I miss Dad... very much...