I miss you, Dad.

I remember homemade stock for the Thanksgiving gravy and grinding the cranberry-apple-orange relish made days ahead so it would develop the magical sweet-tart flavor.
I remember you cooking the perfect Christmas ham all day on the barbecue.
For many years we had only the phone calls with holiday wishes.
This year I have only memories.
I miss you Dad!

Best memory ever? We were living on base in Virginia, I believe Fairfax Village. Dad and I were sitting on the couch together. I think we were listening to an album that Tammy had just bought, Jesus Christ Superstar. Anyway, my hair was long at that time, the only time actually, and Dad started stroking it. I still remember that to this day.