In 2020, July 9, I lost my 21-year-old son... in a blink. Car accident. The night before, he had dinner with me, we had a great chat... "I'm happier than ever before... great relationship, great job..." was one of the things he said that I love remembering. "Come by sometimes, we'll have a few beers in the jacuzzi" I said; "I'd love that," said he with a big grin on his face... then I told him that I'd probably chicken out, as I'm big at saying "let's have few beers, " but then I usually won't drink. "No problem," he said "we'll chat and I drink"... He gave me a big hug, "I love you dad," then he walked towards the door... then he turned back and said "Let me give you another hug" - and gave me another big, warm hug... the next morning we got the call... the hardest, most soul-wrenching words: Philip Sebestyen passed away. Have been on a journey of healing since then...