Today is the 20th anniversary of my father’s death. I was a sophomore in high school. I do not tell you this to make you uncomfortable, dear readers, or to make you wonder what you should say. There is no need to comment; I know you are here, I know you are reading. This is life. And part of life is death. And I’m okay. Really. But it’s something I needed to say. I’ll tell you what… instead of commenting, I want you to pick up the phone, call your dad, and tell him that you love him. Because he may not be there tomorrow.