I am always slightly taken aback about the things you can miss about the  people you have loved who are no longer with you and even more so, by the things that can trigger the yearning.   Whilst watching the tango scene from Scent of a Woman, I was looking at Al Pacino and all I could see was my father dancing with me.  It is one of the sadder aspects of being human that we can never truly realise how precious some things are, until we can no longer have them.  One last dance Dad.  Please?