Dad’s been gone for almost two months now. And I’m well into the year that will be marked by firsts. The first Father’s Day, the first birthday, the first Christmas, the first . . . well there will be all sorts of firsts without him. And apparently plenty of seconds and thirds as well since I keep thinking of things I want to ask him or tell him.

But it’s okay. Because I have this confidence that soon enough we’ll be together in a place where there are no firsts or lasts . . . only love. And that’s something he gave me that goes on forever.