Singer/Songwriter Dan Fogelberg left us five years ago tomorrow. He died of prostate cancer at the age of 56.

Fogelberg’s “Greatest Hits” album, released in 1982, went triple platinum. In his short life, he penned over 150 tunes, and chances are you are familiar with at least a dozen of the songs, if not the artist, when you hear them on the radio.

My favorite is the title of this blog, a song he wrote after an encounter with a former lover on Christmas Eve, 1976. Autobiographical and honest, it touches a deeply private place where many of us have been, a precarious balance between bittersweet and regret, left forever wondering what might have been.

And I wonder who he might have been, too, had he had regular prostate check-ups. Fifty-six is far from “done” these days, and the world lost a huge talent when he died.

‘Tis the season for introspection. And if you need a reason for a good cry, here’s the link: