My father is no longer living. I lost my Dad in 1994. We were close,before the end his life. I reflect on my memories of him ,on this day and the things we did together. I look back at things I learn from him and carry on those things,to this day. He made me what I am today. Even if he is no longer here,he is in my heart and soul.I never forget about him. I think about him, all the time.