My father was murdered on December 18, 1998. He was 53 years old. He was killed by a coworker at his place of employment in Philadelphia. This was a day that ended his life, but forever changed the lives of those that were left behind. The effect on my family was devastating, and it still reveals itself in many ways, 25 years later. My Dad was a great man, and I only wish we’d had more time with him, especially as adults. I was 17 years old when he died and there is so much wisdom I could have learned from him that I missed out on. I think about him a lot and what life would have been like if he were still here. It’s gotten easier with time, but the sense of loss is always there.