I was touched by the scene of Tiger Woods winning his second successive British Open Golf Tournament. As he sunk the final winning putt he was in tears. His recently deceased, and greatly-loved, father was not there to celebrate his victory. Tiger of course wanted the money, the fame and all those things - but really what he really wanted was his father to be there.
A few years ago I attended an Australian Chamber Orchestra concert at the Melbourne Arts Centre. Without warning during a dramatic musical presentation, I too suddenly felt tears rolling down my face. It only took me a few seconds to work out why. Same as Tiger - I was thinking of my dad who had died more than 25 years earlier. My dad loved classical music and knew far more about it and appreciated it more deeply than I ever could or will.
Like Tiger what I really wanted was for him to be there with me.