...it's a little weird coming home to an empty house. He wanted me to get my own place soon because I'm eighteen, but I really don't think he meant like this. The funeral's on Sunday... and I haven't exaclty come to terms with it yet. It's going to be hard to adjust with him gone, especially when he was like a Father to me. 

[there's some shuffling and a sigh in the background]

I need to go through some of his things and see what to keep and what to get rid of. Maybe give some things away or toss 'em. Who knows?