It was about 1 or 2 AM. I sat by the fire with my “3-D glasses” and gazed at the Big Bang. A song in the background triggered an image of my dad. Enamored with the present moment, unencumbered by regrets from the past or concerns for the future and suffused with a sense of wonder and empathy, a single thought of my dad was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Tears of appreciation arrived unannounced and decades of unexpressed gratitude disgorged from my nose.