My dad passed away the other night.
Sometimes he'd tell a story about growing up that would make me laugh and I'd ask "how come you never told me that" and he'd say something like "I'd never thought to bring it up." There are probably hundreds more of those I'll never hear now..
..which is sad but in an unexplainable way also kind of comfortable, maybe some things I'll pick up along the way just like when he was still here laughing with me. I'll miss him every day.