I'm sitting here at a Chinese restaurant near school. There's an older Asian chef who, for some reason, reminds me a lot of my dad. I'm not sure if its the squinty, beady eyes or the well worn smile, but there is something about him that tugs at my heart and asks me to remember my dad. And I realize that Forever my dad is gone. That it's not just two years since his death but that his death is Forever. That whatever goes on tomorrow also carries the memory of dad; memory and nothing more. Just the essence of him. I just cannot wrap my head around the concept of tomorrow, let alone forever. Its so huge. I choose not to think about it unless I'm forced to. And sometimes I am forced to. Like today.