No, my dear, you won't. Instead, when you think of him, you'll see him as clearly as if you just visited yesterday. It's been a decade since I lost my Dad and I can still see his face as clearly as if he was still here. Breaks my heart and knits it back together again at the same time. I guess that's what nostalgia feels like.

But do yourself a favor. Save his voice. I wish I'd thought of it before I lost Dad, but I didn't. I did with Mom. Lost her the Christmas before Covid hit for real. But I have all her voicemails telling me she loves me and singing happy birthday on my voicemail because I was still in the shower and didn't pick up. I wish I had saved Dad's voice, too.