My Dad was a cool guy. I can't believe it will be 5 years this November that he's gone. Today, June 9th he would have been 67 years old. Way too young to be gone and still had a lot of life to live. I smile when I think of the funny memories, I cry when I realize how long it's been since I heard his voice.

What I know now, and try to keep remembering is that life is precious and we need to tell the ones we love how much they mean to us- all the time.  One day we will wish we can talk to them again...