My dad is really, truly gone. He was really, truly gone the day he passed away. It’s been over 3 years. Ask me what I did yesterday and I probably couldn’t tell you (I often joke I have the memory of a goldfish), but I remember that phone call. That phone call took 5 years to come, so a tiny part of me felt relief; I no longer had to fear when it would happen. An unknown someday became a very concrete today. But my entire world ended, and yet, life around me went on. The world continued to spin, and people went about their daily lives like nothing changed.…