My dad would have turned 65 today. That means he's been gone for... wow, almost ten years. Time really does fly.
I'm not sure what I believe in when it comes to where he is now (or if he's anywhere, for that mattter), but in my memory, he's coasting downhill on his old white mountain bike with his favorite baggy purple t-shirt flapping in the breeze. And he's laughing.
Tailwinds to you, Dad.