January 12th

It's been 20 years today since my Dad died.

What do I miss about him?
His whole-body laugh.
Him playing guitar and singing out of tune.
Him driving me to my Mom's and listening to/singing along with The Beatles.
The way he smelled, like Old Spice, Polo, and Dad.
The way his mouth laid wide open, arms were flung and sprawled, and glasses askew when he slept.
The way he would lecture me about not eating enough vegetables (ah, the irony).
His persona as a tough guy, when really he had 45's of "We are the World" and "Hands Across America."
His obsession with Al Pacino.

I miss him; it doesn't get any easier.