I started to piece the puzzle together and that's when I learned that, as a dad, I was given pretty much free reign to be as dorky as I wanted.
So many people like to preach about the importance of fathers in a family unit but then look down on them when they arrive pushing a stroller.
Chris's death devastated me. Even now as I write this 13 years later, I have a hard time expressing my feelings about it.
It seems like from the moment I became the father of a girl, there has been a concerted effort by the world to make me realize that she would one day grow up and move on.
I can't pretend to know the tone of their curiosity, but I'm sure it's there and it really balances out to, "What must it be like when they're all alone back at home?"
I wanted this to be a memory she kept forever. Luckily, there was an option that I had never even considered.
Lucas may be able to recognize some words and directions but, as a non-verbal five year old, the concept of "bless you" isn't one of them.
It wasn’t until recently, however, that I found myself asking that same question again in a very different way.