On that February 12, 2010 Note.

I miss my dad. I've been thinking about him more than usual since I've moved here to Western. I wish he was there to see me graduate, help me move in, and help me with my homework. I miss sitting in Leon's, drawing history maps and diagrams on napkins, while borrowing our waitress' pen. I still have all those napkins. He was loved by everyone, and felt comfort everywhere he went. He always helped me with my homework. There was this one essay in high school that I was assigned on The War in Iraq, in my Political and Economic Systems class, that my dad helped me through every word. He didn't do it for me at all, but instead, taught me everything I needed to know about the subject. He was my online, book, magazine, newspaper, and adult resource. I thought this would get easier, but it doesn't. It's gotten much harder. Since February 12, 2010, John Berry has been missed.