(Original post July 20, 2015) My dad says that I have "great uncles in the clouds" and then he gets this far away, sad look. He calls it - his "1,000 yard stare". Sometimes he'll take off his glasses and wipe his eyes, pause a bit and gently touch my head and the underside of my mouth and chin. He's thinking about stuff. I sit with him awhile and then I paw him, come on dad, let's go for a walk. Mom and dad haven't forgotten you. They still miss you. The front porch light will be on for you tonight.