I miss you Dad. I miss your caring voice and your silly jokes. I miss your love. You gave me the most love and affection anyone has ever given me. There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss you. You were a good friend and a loving father. I carry you in my memory. I catch myself doing the silly things, and saying the silly things you said to me, with my boys today, and it makes me happy. I used to draw your face as a child, and as I got older the drawings got more detailed and realistic. I can draw you with my eyes closed. I start with the glasses and the caring eyes, and the ears, and the nose and funny grin. Then, the scratchy beard, and the bald head with wavy curls on the side of your head, and little stray hairs all scattered around the top. I must have drawn over a hundred pictures of you. Your face is my favorite thing to draw. I didn't realize then, but drawing your face always grounded me. I drew a picture of you on the Straßenbahn in 91' in Germany after my girlfriend broke up with me on the plane. You framed it and kept it on your wall. Before you died, I drew you on the back of an envelope of a card I gave to Kira that she now keeps on a mantle she created in your honor. I drew your face after you died. Now, when I close my eyes, I see your face, your loving eyes and your sweet smile. I see all the details I used to draw. I love you Dad. I hold you in my memory.