It feels like it has been 3 or 4 months at the most since Dad passed away. I had figured that by the time a year had passed I wouldn't still be thinking about it all the time. I'm going to a dinner gathering with a few of his friends tonight, we'll drink scotch and play music. When Dad's friends play music, it is incredibly sad for me, because all I can hear is that one of the instruments is missing.

John Denyes
May 22 1940 - April 2 1999