Yes I have. My father died of cancer last October. He was diagnosed with a sarcoma eighteen months prior. He was sixty-two. I think about him every day and certain songs, smells or images will bring me to tears at least a few times a week. Usually, I’m alone in the car – just driving. He was a warm and funny man who was at once the best and worst thing in my life. His blind love for my mother coupled with his complete lack of self-esteem made him the perfect pawn in her shenanigans. But he ultimately made his own choices (many bad) – despite it all, he was still one of my favorite people on earth. He taught me so much and was much smarter and more clever than he ever gave himself credit for. My love of music, ability to work with my hands and many other attributes I am proud of came from him. He never made it to the third act and I wish I could have given him that, but life had other plans. There is now a whole in my life I am learning to embrace because I know it will never go away. All I have of him are some photos and his dog tags. My mother kept everything else. @essieness: I’m glad you have his guitar. I’m sure he was very proud of you.