Two years ago at 9:45 in the morning while we were driving to Hillary's graduation ceremony, I received a call on my cell phone.
My dad had just died.
That day still reverberates around in my spirit. I still can't really believe it. He was 64.
And I miss him.
So today I'll be on the road for a long while, and I'll be thinking of him and what he gave me, and what I've missed out on because he's been gone.