This is the second Father’s Day since you died (yes, I have to write it — it still doesn’t seem real). I miss being with you. I think of you every day. Every day I am reminded of the many things you taught me, by example as well as by more direct means. The main thing I’ve learned in the last 18 months is this: you might not physically be here anymore, but I’m not going to let go and I know you won’t either.