Sometimes, a memory isn't enough.
I don't get to hear his voice. I don't get to feel his presence.
Then, there are rare moments when I feel him with me again.
For me, when I listen to "American Pie" by Don McLean, I get to feel my dad's presence again.
I hear him singing along. I see visions of his silly dancing. I see him tapping along on the steering wheel. I cry the whole time. but he's with me. And I'm so, so thankful for those moments.