And then it’s a random Thursday afternoon years later while you’re getting on with stuff and you make a noise/move/joke like your dad did and then you get a flood of memories and emotions hit you like a train and you have to step out for a bit.
Those are the fun ones. It feels bittersweet afterwards as you enjoy the memories but sad that that’s all you have now.
Sorry for your loss OP, and RIP dad - miss you old bugger.
And then it’s a random Thursday afternoon years later while you’re getting on with stuff and you make a noise/move/joke like your dad did and then you get a flood of memories and emotions hit you like a train and you have to step out for a bit.
Those are the fun ones. It feels bittersweet afterwards as you enjoy the memories but sad that that’s all you have now.
Sorry for your loss OP, and RIP dad - miss you old bugger.