25 years ago today my father died after fighting colon cancer for about 6 months.  I'll never forget where I was when I received the phone call from the hopsital.  I was at our apartment and about to sit down and have dinner with my friend when the phone rang.  On the other end was someone from the hospital who relayed the news to me.  After I hung up the phone, I just stood there and cried.  He was gone and I was alone at the young age of 24. 

There have been times throughout my life as I grew older that I wished that he was here for me.  So many times when I could have used and appreciated his wisdom, much more than when I was younger.  I think about how he wasn't around for to see my kids be born and the grandfather they'll never know and it breaks my heart.  I miss him so much.  The pain of his death may not be as strong as it was that day, but there is still a void in my heart.  I love you dad and I hope you are doing well, where ever you are.