Two years ago today, sadly, had my father taken from me way before his time. It was a rough period for our entire family. We are truly, uniquely close as a family. I am amazingly blessed to be part of such a great family. Anyway, without getting into too many details, my dad had a staph infection that got pretty nasty. Spent almost 3 months in the hospital. And in the end, after a long, horrible series of mistakes and inattention that led to further complications, he died not from the staph infection (that got really bad, but they had started to get it under control) but because of other complications from being in the hospital for too long--blood clots, pneumonia, etc. Needless to say, I was crushed. My father was and is my personal hero, if any person can be. He was not perfect, nobody is. But to me, he was a perfect dad, husband, friend, etc. I think of him every day, many times per day. I hate that my children won't get the chance to meet him. I am incredibly glad my new bridge got to know him. I felt a bit lost for a while. As I said, my family is tight. And my parents had always been a foundation of my life in many ways. That bedrock had been rocked by this. Suddenly, the permanent felt temporary. It was odd. I knew, intellectually, that time helps heal wounds. But I couldn't see how at the time. Now, I look back, and time has lessened the pain I felt. My memories aren't dull, and I hope they never become that. I still love my dad, and he's still part of my life. Every time I see an airplane (he was a lifelong pilot) I think of him. Every time I drive the '61 Ford Galaxie Starliner that he restored, I feel he's there with me. Any time I go see my mom (lives 2 miles from me) I feel he's still around. In a good way. A positive way. For those dealing with loss, my heart goes out to you. It's tough. It brings you to your knees. I had to rely on something bigger than me to get through it. And I still do. But I also rely on my family, my memories, and my love for my father. And I've worked to let go of any bad feelings about how things developed. Not easy, but doable. It's a strange thing, losing your parents too young. But it also showed me taht anything in life is survivable if you choose to survive. Hopefully I'll see him again one day. I think I will. Life is hard. Life is wonderful. And often, both at the same time. Enjoy it, fellas. Don't sweat the small stuff. Love those around you. Go for it, whatever it is. Don't wait until tomorrow. And KEEP PLAYING!!!