I thought grief could only exist in sadness, but the brighter the sun shines the more i find myself longing for my father. The happier I am, the more i get the urge to call him and talk to him for hours. The more things I discover about this new world i’m in, the more i wonder what his opinion or reaction would be. My mind tries and fails to conjure him from death, every memory getting blurrier with every attempt i make to recall how he was really like. But how was he really like? I forget.