I seem to take for granted some of the wonders that are around me. I’m not talking about the cliché stuff, like stopping to smell the roses or enjoying God’s canvas. No, I mean like the sound of my dads voice or how blue and clear his eyes are, trying to soak up his laughter before I will no longer hear it again. He always had a gentle air about him, knowing how to diffuse confrontational situation and this special way of calming one down who is a tad bit feisty. You are probably wondering why I would even bring this up, well my dad is losing his fight with cancer. My dad is my world and I am terrified that I will forget these small details. I do my best to keep him laughing or bring up memories we have shared hoping that it will be enough to keep all of him fresh in my mind.

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