Every year I come back to read these comments, and sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the way my dad was admired, loved and respected. I feel the deepest pain knowing I never got to know him more– that my siblings and I never got to feel the joy of being an adult with him. Sometimes I have to remind myself that he is half of me, even if the distance between who I am now and who I was when he was still with us grows larger each year. But I feel lucky that he touched so many people, and continues to remain in countless memories. Learning more about him through family and friends is both an antidote to my grief and a catalyst of it. I miss him so deeply that sometimes my whole body aches. —Jeanne