Ode to my dad

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My father was a great man. He passed away a little over a year ago. I find that I miss the things that used to annoy me growing up. He kept his motorcycle in the basement. Which was right underneath my room. Every weekend in the early morning hours he would go down and start it up. I would get gassed out of my room. If I was in my room doing homeowrk or readng, he would always tell me to shut the door. That wat he wouldn't have a glare on the TV. I'd come out of my room to find all of the living room furniture stacked in front of the door. So I couldn't get out. He had tied a string to the doorknob once and to a large pan. He then stacked all of the pots and pans outside the door. This way when I opened the door, they would all come crashing down. I never knew what to expect when I came out of my room. He gave me much advise over the years. He was the one I went to for advise as an adult. I miss his pranks. We used to get into prank wars. He would tell me and my siblings that he was in the CIA. We told him once that we would call his mother. He answered back, you can call her, but she's not my real mother. I miss those tricks. I love and miss him dearly. I am happy to have many wonderful memories of him. Do you have stories about a loved one who has passed away? Please share them.