My dad was buried on what would have been his 36th birthday; I was 4yo. Now, that I am 36, it is really an eye-opener of how young he was! I would love to know his thoughts; what his plans were; long-time goals. One very strange thing about this:
Yes, my Dad. He died in 1994 and still miss him terribly. The loss never really leaves you. He couldn't communicate the last few years of his life and it was so painful. When I think of him it's with his big toothy grin. He had a odd sense of humor and a huge laugh which my son and I have both inherited. When my son laughs I always think of my Dad.