Dad, it just isn't fair that I never really got to know you. Fourteen is far too young an age to lose a parent. I lost you just at an age when a boy starts to look on his father as more than just a dad, but as a friend and mentor who can help him navigate the choppy waters of life. I have one more thing in common with you now. Besides sharing your passion for photography, I also now have your love for Classical music. I wish we could have shared that interest together.