Today I was missing my father so much, I called the house in Florida. I used to call him in the afternoon to chat about the kitchen renovation, or his latest order from Amazon or whatever. It was 2:00 and I wanted to talk to him, so I dialed. I knew he wouldn't answer, so I don't really know why I did it. I wanted to hear his voice. I can hear it in my head, but I wonder how long it'll last. I'm afraid one day I will try to recall his voice and I won't be able to.