While it has been nearly a year ago since my father passed away, I still often think about him. Without warning, he pops up in my mind and this vision causes me to become sentimental about the past. Usually he is younger, about the age when I was a kid, and in his face I am reminded of a number of qualities which I feel I have acquired from him. Subconsciously as well as physical. A brief glimpse, and just as suddenly as he appeared, he fades away. Way deep inside I feel a little sad, especially when I am reminded of the last days I spent at his bedside in the hospital. He wanted to tell me something but couldn't because of that lousy breathing tube in his throat. Damn, if I had only arrived a couple of days earlier, or if he had picked up the telephone when I called at the beginning of the week, he could have told me something perhaps. Oh well, I will have to wait a few more years before I meet him in person to find out what it was if anything.