Laugh
When I think about my dad, the first thing that pops into my mind is his great big laugh. He loved to laugh, and when something was funny, you knew it. It was one of those powerful belly laughs that just overcame conversations. I remember being at family functions and hearing him from another room, or in the basement hearing him watch something on TV.

Whenever I'm with my brother, it's great to hear him laugh, cause he seems to have inherited dad's. Of all the people I met at school, only him and one other guy have a laugh that's so recognizable, so powerful, and so awesome.