I miss my dad. He's been gone over five years now, the hurt has eased, but not the missing him. I miss bad puns and Looney Tunes cartoons, in-jokes about frozen turkeys, early Sunday morning phone conversations, getting up at 4 AM to have coffee with him before he went to work. I miss riding dirt roads listening to Johnny Cash and Jim Reeves, and I miss being told I'll always be daddy's baby no matter how old I get.