It was 10 years ago on this day that I lost my dad at a young age of 54 to a heart attack. No doubt he lived a full life on his terms, but 54 is still too young. There is a constant emptiness since that day, that cannot be filled by anyone else and not a day goes by without me thinking about him, more so now since I had my son in August 2012. I imagine the interactions they would have and how thrilled my dad would be. How he would dote over his grandson and spoil him rotten. It is the one regret that I have in my life that my son will not get to know his grandfather. In my own little way I tell him about his "nana-papa", show him photographs so that he can relate. And as time goes by, I see more and more of my dad in my son, from simple behaviours to how he looks at times. And that makes me feel that my dad is closer than I can ever imagine. One day when he is a little older and can understand, I will tell him all about his "nana-papa". Love you papa and miss you more than words can describe.