I'm pretty sure the world has been painted in a hue of pain. A little bit physical, but mostly emotional.
I had no idea it would hurt this bad. My Dad told us, when we were young, he wouldn't live past the age of 45. But he did, he lived to 61.
I'm pretty sure that he did stay alive long enough to hit Pi day (3.14) on purpose. He was an intellectual geek, and thought it would be poetic to leave on that day. Maybe, now, he can recite Pi to 100 digits, I know he was able to at least count to 31 in binary on one hand, I never actually saw him go up to 1023 on both hands, though.
I've heard people say, "just one more". That's actually what I wish for; Just one more hug, one more 'I love you' one more giggle.
Here's something he would giggle at:
I'm glad he gave me a sense of humor, and his thirst for knowledge.