Forgive me, Isteb, but I am nothing but honest and I have to say that it isn't always the way it goes. My mother died in 1982 and I didn't miss her at all. My dad died in 1999 and . . . ditto. They say that grief is love with nowhere left to go. So I think that if you miss your Dad a lot it is a testament to the love you shared. And that is the way it goes for you . . . Wishing you well, A🙏💚