For a man I didn't always get along with, it sure is hard to say goodbye. There are plenty of "woulda shoulda coulda's", but the biggest is that I didn't talk to him when he tried to reach out to me. I've learned it is so important to let go of the past, forgive, and reconcile. Because one day it may be too late. Despite our differences and our difficulties, I do miss him. And I do regret not answering the phone that one time. I regret not swallowing my pride and living up to his image of me.... the forgiving one. Miss you, Dad. I know that one day, I'll see you again -- I know you're up there dancin' with David and singing with the heavenly choir in your best off-tune voice. Maybe you're even entertaining angels with your silly made-up lyrics. See you in Heaven, Dad.