I remember your keen sense of humor. You made me laugh like a child, even as a grown man. Few have ever made me laugh as hard as you could. Your timing was well honed, your eyes atwinkle, that recognizable grin. It was a set up you could see coming from across the table, but I loved it none the less. We knew where you were heading--a tall tale turned humorous, even silly--and we enjoyed the journey. The payoff, a laugh or a groan.
On this night, and many others, I miss your sense of humor, dad. I miss you.