I find myself sitting on my floor back against my bed listening to bob Dylan’s ‘knocking on heavens door’. My eyes swell as I remember learning my first song on guitar. My dads giant hands wrapped around my small fingers.. Or the basement filled with balloons after my first breakup. How in his most frail moments there were always roses awaiting my mother for any occasion. I love you dad. Christmas will never be the same but your character proved what the true meaning was really about. I can’t wait to hug my mom tight. I hope all of you have a wonderful holidays. If you don’t have anywhere to go message me we always have a seat at out table!