My best friend died.

In the years that followed, whenever I would have a cool idea, I would pick up the phone, and suddenly realize, he wouldn’t be there.

When I had a problem with my car, I would pick up the phone, and suddenly realize, he wouldn’t be there.

When I had problems with C, I would pick up the phone, and suddenly realize, he wouldn’t be there.

Recently I called Shirley to let her know I was going to be in town, and I wanted to visit. The answering machine picked up, and my fathers voice is still on the greeting. It sent a chill right through me.

Happy Fathers Day Dad, I miss you.

Rick