Last night Dad went home to Mom and David.  It was quiet and peaceful, but now too quiet.

The Buckeyes are playing and it just struck me that I can’t call him.  For years and years we would talk during and after the games.  Though we were across the country from each other we watched the games together.

I can remember a year that we would watch the ends of the games holding our collective breath.  Buckeyes were National Champs that year.

So watching the game today is a bit hollow.  I’m sure that will go away and I will still talk to Dad and know he is looking down on the game.