Twelve years since you left us, Dad. And I never stopped talking to you. I tell you about the people who write to me because you got them through their worst night. I tell you about the work, the wins, the days that ask too much. Mostly I tell you about your grandchildren. They know your laugh. They ask about what you were like. I tell them you were kind. You spent your life making people feel less alone. That job is ours now. Miss you today. Miss you always. Love you forever.