Oh, thanks man. I appreciate that. It's part of life. Just different, you know? You have routines, norms, and they change. Sports, I haven't figured it out yet. Hard to watch the Mets--he and I would text all game. So it's a different thing. I root for Navy football because he did (he was a Marine). I still will, but now I don't have my buddy to watch the games with. Like I said, it's part of growing up and it f***ing sucks. But I've had some really insightful and wise men tell me that when you join this club that no one wants to join, you really become your own man. It's a life milestone, I guess. I try to be glad I had as much time as I did. He was 72, which wasn't old enough. I feel bad for my kids who didn't get to know him enough. My five year old daughter who will have limited memories. That part sucks. But again, I'm luckier than a lot.