My Dad knew how much I loved doing The NYTimes Sunday crossword puzzle at his house, always in ink. Every time I visited, there was sure to be a pile of the Sunday NYT magazine section. On the crossword page he always wrote something … like “Love, Dad” … or “Baby Carol.”

After he died, I didn’t think I would ever do it again, that it would be too painful. But then I realized that he would not want me to give up something I loved because of him. So I do the puzzle every day and think about him the whole time. I love you Dad and miss you so much.