My dad passed away a couple years ago. One of the things I miss about him is how I never needed to worry about my relationship with him. He never varied. He was always happy to see me; he’d open his arms to embrace me and tell me he loved me, as if not a day had passed since the last time we were together. In all my ups and downs in life, he rarely lost his temper, and even when he did, it wasn’t for long.