I usually talked to my Dad on the phone each morning on the way to work.  He has always been an early riser, so it worked out well for us to catch up early, before the day got to be too crazy.  There was nothing in particular that we'd talk about, just whatever was going on.  We'd go from boat parts and fishing destinations, to what one of our crazy government officials had recently said or did, or really just whatever was on one of our minds.  When we started running out of things to talk about, we would always circle back to the weather, lol.  

Since Dad passed there have been several occasions when I get in my car to head out, that I momentarily reach for my phone to call him, and then have to stop myself.  It's hard not having him to talk to; to hear my latest dumb joke, or exchange ridiculous anecdotal stories about something and have a good laugh together.  I miss his voice, I miss him.  

Ron and I went on several motorcycle trips together. One time on the Blue Ridge Parkway, Ron entered a curve a little hot and ran into the ditch. Fortunately  for him it was one that been lined with stones so he rode it for about 10 yards and rolled right out. We all had a big laugh and told Ron how luckey he was.
One of our trips took us around the Great Lakes and it was an awesome trip and we had a great time. Terrific memories.

I remember many years ago when Tanner was alive.  We was having a cookout we was on the basketball court playing ball.    Family together a wonderful meaningful time together.   Ron. Till I see you again. I love you