Most of my time nowadays is spent in the drivers seat of a car with all the commuting to school, along with working from Downtown to Beverly Hills. I'll catch myself listening to this song, or any other song that reminds me of my dad, and I'll obviously get down on myself. But after you dry up the water from your eyes, you start doing exactly what Jackie Chan did in that scene from "Rush Hour 2." I'll go from mourning my dad's passing to cracking a small smile from remembering all the good times I had with Papa Ko. The simplest things, like when he would cut my hair in the backyard or give me a lesson on why I should never touch a cigarette while puffing on one himself... those are the moments that make me smile. It's counter-intuitive: my dad's death is making me really damn sad, but only because he did so much to make me really damn happy.