Hey Dad, A year without hearing your voice, a year without FaceTiming you and watching your face light up when your grandchildren walk by to say hello, a year trying to come to terms with the idea that you are not simply on a long vacation and you’ll show up next week like nothing has happened, a year of feeling very aware of the huge empty space in the world that used to be occupied by your laugh, I miss your laugh, Dad, no one laughs like you! Still wish I could’ve gotten back in time to hug you while there was still air in your lungs. Miss you and love you Dad!