My dad died when I was 13. For me, he will always be larger than life and my hero. For him, as for countless others, Bill Buckley was larger than life and a hero. Growing up, that made WFB mega-big in my eyes — before I ever became a voracious reader of National Review and his masterful books. Getting to meet him, spend just a small amount of time with him, and be published by his magazine has been more of an honor than I have words to describe. And now my dad will get to meet him, which is a very nice thought on a very sad day.