My father passed away 17 years ago today in a tragic motorcycle accident. Just yesterday I was thinking that he’s been gone almost half of my life. He’s been gone all of my children’s lives. There are so many things that I’d like to say but there really aren’t enough words in the English language to measure my loss. I find myself often wondering what his opinion would be. I wonder what kind of grandfather he would have been. I remember him telling me that he was going to buy my first kid a Harley for its first birthday. The mother in me cringes at that idea. Mostly I feel cheated out of that part of my life. I feel like I’ve been cheated out of an adult relationship with my father.