It’s been a year, and yet it still feels like yesterday. If I allow it the tears will consume me and I will sob. I miss him. We miss him so much. Life may have moved on, but he is still here in our conversations and in our life. Sometimes I think I see him out of the corner of my eye. Sometimes I am sure I can hear him ‘crying’ at the front door to be let in. Sometimes I swear I can feel his head on my lap. My dearest, daft, annoying, stubborn, fun, old man…how we loved you.