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Love doesn't have a second hand. Love doesn't tell time or predict the future. Love is a result of a series of endless abbreviated experiences. Love is a prosperous vehicle some are fortunate enough to experience the short ride through life. I have very few pictures of me and my dad that made it through the "Lewis and Clark" adventures of my life. Now, looking back on old photos, like scarce rationing, my eyes sore through old faded pixels for missed details like a hawk 15,000 feet looking down for prey. I remember the shoes I wore that day and how tight they felt. I needed a shoe horn to squeeze them onto my size 5 1/2 feet. The blue sky, now faded and remembering I needed help putting on my tie. My head rested on my Dad's inside shoulder, the smell of Paco Rabanne as he reached around my neck tucking my tie into my starched collar. I would do that for Cason 25 years later and now understand that was a pretty special moment for my dad too. I’m glad I was able to give that to him, like Cason gave to me. A feeling of love, a powerful connection that can never be severed. All of this was initiated by one photograph I randomly came across this morning, bringing me back in time 25 years! LOVE is not just a word but the only vehicle that transcends. I hope someday my kids will understand that the circle of life is never closed but continuously open.