Early in the morning as I picked up pants I was thinking of my father. He was a great father and my best friend. As I am thinking of my father, my wallet falls from my pocked lands opened to an old picture I have of my parents and I when I was a child. That was a strange moment in which it stunned me to how perfect the timing . Nothing in life is a coincidence, and if that is the case could it be him not re-assuring he’s still there?