Insignificant before, significant now

Up until yesterday I had forgotten how much time has passed since daddy isn't around us anymore. Sometimes when I go to certain places I still remember that time when we went together. Yesterday I went to the cinema with two of my classmates to this shopping center that is near my place, and I couldn't help but remember those times when we went there with mom, dad and my brother. Everything's so different now but I still remember the stores that used to be there, that dress for my Barbie that we bought there, that first birthday present, when  Toy Story 2 was on and we went to see it, those long rows for that local movie and the merchandising we bought  after the film, the roller coaster, the house of horror, Laser Shots (God I loved that game!) an those long walks at the parking lot trying to find our car. 
Sometimes it doesn't feel like 4 years already, but with each day that passes I remember things that I didn't even know were inside my mind, and I certainly like it. Things that were insignificant and stupid before, now have another meaning for me, one completely different. 
Everything was chaos at first, trying to fit in that new life without a member of our family around us; but now everything seems to be working right. Of course we have our ups and downs as each family has, but my dad's death has made us stronger and more close than what we used to be before. I bet he can't believe his eyes if he's watching us. We're very protective of each other and do silly things that we wouldn't have ever thought of doing. Laughing at silly and meaningless things, facing life's challenges and obstacles. 
The other day I was talking to one of my best friends who lost her dad early this year, and she's going through the same stuff that I did once; and I'm so glad that I can be there for her, share my own experiences and give her some advice. The first stage (probably the first year) is the hardest: getting used to the idea that something's not working out well, that someone's missing; but then you accept it and take a step ahead. So we had this long talk of four hours of pure honesty, without fear of saying what we thought, of what was going on...and it was therapeutic for both  of us. 
Those little conversations with others help us release a bit of tension that's pounding in ourselves and we get to feel a bit better. I used to blog a lot before, posting some meaningless things and after everything that happened, this blog has taken another road, a new one...a more mature one. 
Today I can say that I feel in peace, knowing that I'm doing all that I can, sharing my life experience with whoever is reading this (if someone is) and that I'm open to answering questions, giving some good advice that comes from my heart. I've helped quite a few people now with their problems, and it has given me a great feeling of satisfaction knowing that I have put another bit of sand in my jar of "helping the other". 
I used to be angry and sad at dad for having left us, but now I'm grateful because thanks to him, I've grown out of my own skin and heart, and it's and amazing feeling. So, thanks ati <3