I'm sorry for your loss. My Dad passed in 1998 and some days are tougher than others but it's there all the time.
I'd give almost anything if he could meet his grandchildren and I could say "see, I didn't totally screw things up", but I'm grateful he's not suffering anymore. There are times when I'm in the mountains at the end of a day, sun setting, cold breeze on my face and it's almost like he's with me.
