Today I suddenly had the same feeling that I had after my father died: a sense that things had changed forever, and that I had lost something unique and treasured.
Nine years after Dad died, I still grieve, wishing I could tell him things that happened to me, ask him what he would do, or just talk with him. He was a very good fellow, and now I see how much I am like him. He liked to laugh, and pleasure was important to him, enough so that he made time to enjoy things. I do those things too.
I intend to laugh and make time enjoy things, but not today.