Our father died in his early fifties.
Most of us then were quite young - me, fresh out of college and just starting to find my niche in the professional world.
He was no longer there when we started leading our own lives. Nowhere near us as we tried living up to his name.
In his absence, every little victory we celebrate, is incomplete. The question that always floats around is : "how would have he felt were he here?"
He is sorely missed.
(Nat King Cole's Stardust was among his favorites. He even bought a record to sing along with)