weird the way it happens

so I spent the better part of my night (last night) missing my dad. There really wasn't a trigger. I was just overwhelmed with the desire to see him, hear him, laugh with him. I really miss his laugh. Not the curtesy laugh he would do by whistling through his teeth with a wide grin. No, I mean the deep belly laugh as he heaved up and down "like a bowl full of..." (no offense dad, but it's true) He would lay his head back and laugh, mouth open, volume up. Then slap his belly one time or clap his hands. When it was a really good one, he would tear up slightly and finish with a pleased sigh. I miss his laugh.