It's been two weeks since Carter was buried. Two dejectful weeks.

Although it was my birthday well Lee and I's, it didn't feel the same without the constant noise we will be getting from Carter's annoying voice or the what-looks-like-cake that he always bakes in the morning.

Things sure aren't the same.

"Hey, I know it's been tough on you all but do you think he wants us to just sit down in a perfectly good restaurant and do nothing? I mean come on guys, do what Carter will ...