It’s been a year today. Far too long without you, love. It still seems like you went away just yesterday and we’re all still waiting for you to come back home, waiting to see the light on and to hear you saying “who might it be, who might it be?” when we walk in.
Well, this time it ain’t “nobody” as I used to answer. Somebody nobody. 
It’s me, daddy, and I miss you.
And we’ll still be waiting for you to come back for a long time to come.
Every light in the house is on…
nobody else… just us remembering… and trying to understand what and why….