Sometimes I just can not wrap my head around the fact that I will never see my Dad again. That I will never hear his voice. That I will never hear his laugh. That I can not pick up the phone to call him. That I will never receive another badly spelled letter. I hate that I can never be hugged by him again. However I am grateful that the last time I did say goodbye to him (when he was not unconscious) and feeling uncertain about the future I went back for one more “I Love you” and another kiss.