LBrent said:

I try. I really do.

But even on days when it's not the first thing on my mind, there's an underlying sense that there's something not quite right in the universe...an empty space where P belongs. Like a missing puzzle piece.

Then I cry.

I can't say it any better than LBrent has said here. This is me. I wake up every day to his music playing in my head, then after a few seconds, it hits me that he is gone.