Love Fiercely My Dad loved Christmas. With Santa’s hat perched on his head, he absorbed the celebration around him. Each year he shared a different story that featured the love of God. He usually cried which made all of us cry, he was a tenderhearted soul. Without him it will be very different. Death forces life adjustments. We don’t like it but we can’t control it. Most painful for me is I simply miss him. It is not that something went unsaid, it is that nothing more will be said.