I remember you and I going golfing. Really not keeping score and not really talking much, just being together. I should have talked more. God, I miss seeing your smile, feeling your hugs. Why didn't I speak to you more? There were so many things I should have said, things we could have laughed about. I think of all those things now, and cry. Cry because it was time wasted, thinking you would be here, forever. Now, I speak to empty spaces hoping you hear. Praying that just maybe, I will hear your voice again. Hoping that the sound I just heard, the smell I just caught, was a sign from you that everything is going to be okay. That you're okay. I miss you Dad.