I miss the things I knew I'd miss — his love, kindness, wisdom, steadfastness and ability to see humor in the mundane. I smile remembering the time he jumped up, flapped his arms and danced in sync to the song of the cuckoo clock hanging on our living room wall. I often think of him in his sporting goods store, where I would help out. He put out a basket of batteries by the cash register with a sign, "33 cents each or three for a dollar." Whenever a customer said, "I'll take three," he'd nudge me in the side with a conspiring nod, paying homage to P.T. Barnum.