Some days I miss my dad a lot.
Some days, for no particular reason, I will have him on my mind all day long.
Other days something will trigger that place in my brain where all of my 'dad-memories' are stored.
In either case there is nothing much to do about it... except to remember.
When you lose someone you love to death, there is no describing the range of emotions experienced. I'm not sure I can speak for anyone else, but for me it has not gotten any easier as the years have passed. There will always be that void that only a father can fill. I will always love him and miss his physical presence in my life.
On days where I am particularly besieged with these thoughts and memories, I like to go visit his grave. There is some solace in being able to just sit there and sign to him, tell him my thoughts and feelings, disappointments and dreams. I am sure I appear to be something of a mad-woman, hands waving about in rushed thought and frenzied words as I sit at his graveside there in the cemetery, but it is my way of working through things.
When I have these days, I talk and cry and laugh and even scream until I have said my piece. And when I am done, I look down at his grave and see this:
And I am comforted. I find peace. I am so thankful to know that I will see him again someday.
I am thankful for the knowledge that death is only a temporary situation.
I am thankful that my family is a forever family.