The other day I started to play Uno with my daughter. I had also begun warming some pasta for her, when I sat down and casually stated, "It's so weird that Granddad died. Isn't that weird?" I raised my head a bit to connect with her eyes, longing for someone to not necessarily feel my pain, but to really comprehend and acknowledge in that moment how unfathomable it is that my dad is gone. My father, a constant, a fixed variable, a foundation, the most dependable, firmly indep