I can't believe it, but it's been 25 years since my dad passed away. A few months after he passed away, I found one of his college lecture cassette tapes from one of his classes he taught. I listened to that cassette tape a lot, so that I could remember his voice. I have since lost that cassette tape, much to my disappointment, but I still remember his voice, the sound of his laugh. We didn't have a great relationship but he sometimes was a good dad.

Grief is strange. When I think I'm starting to forget him, I"ll look at photos that trigger my childhood memories.