Same here. My strongest sense memories of my dad are the feel of his shirt against my cheek when I'd run up to hug him when he got home from work, the feel of t

Same here. My strongest sense memories of my dad are the feel of his shirt against my cheek when I'd run up to hug him when he got home from work, the feel of the callouses on his fingers, and the stubble on his cheek under my hand. I remember those things more often than I do the sight of his face, or the sound of his voice, or the smell of his cologne. By far.