On a personal note, Sunday marked the 25th anniversary of my father’s death. Cancer. He was 48, I was 20. We were both too young.

I once read that a son never gets over the death of his father. Based on my experience, I’d say that’s true. As I get older, I miss him more. Where is my source of tested wisdom? Who points the way through this stage in my life? Whom do I make proud?

My hunch: Many of you feel the same about the loss of a loved one, whether father, mother, spouse, child or friend. The void softens but never fills completely.

On this Memorial Day, remember. Dig deep, if you have to. Even though they’re gone, they never really are. Celebrate that. -DR

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