On Father's Day

On Father's Day, like so many days, I think of my father and things he taught me, not with words but with actions. Things like humility, curiosity, empathy. Often too I think of his laugh. It was jovial, loud and best of all frequent. His eyes would crinkle, and his laugh would fill the room. The sound of it in my mind has grown fainter with time, but the feelings it evokes could never wane. Today, like so many days, I remember the laugh – and especially the dad – with affection, respect and love.