It’s not fair that when I have so much to tell him, I have no way to do so. I have good news about my MBA admits that he would have been proud of. I have apologies that I never got the chance to convey, which I’m sure he would have just dismissed. We have so much family drama to catch up on and laugh about. I miss his taunts, his frequent calls, his three-years-in-advance plans, his extremely picky diet, his passion for intellect, his ever-compliant "yes" to everything Dad said, and his hatred for cameras. Baabai, I miss you.