This is one of the first poems I wrote after the accident that ended up killing my father in law. It's about how unimportant differences are when something so crushing happens. How it dwarfs every difference of opinion, making it completely insignificant. All you remember is what you really SHOULD remember - that you love that person. A lot. And his death leaves a hole in your life that can't be filled. But I couldn't quite get that feeling right with this poem. I loved him. I miss him.