Today my Dad would have been 70, and that is hard for me to picture... I've forgotten his smell, and sometimes I am scared I forget what his voice sounds like. I can always look at a photo to stare at his face but it will never be as it was when I would stare up at it from his chest, my face nuzzled into his neck. Another year passes and he is gone, it will never feel like less of a loss.
I love you and miss you, Dad.