Thank you all for the lovely replies. I am typing this with tears in my eyes.
I am so glad that he was my dad, I was extremely lucky in that respect, you are so right about that.
I just miss his voice and his smile and the way he would roll his eyes when my mum was being silly. I miss him talking about stocks and shares. I miss watching John Wayne films ad nauseum. I miss listening to jazz with him. I miss going horse-riding with him. I just miss him so much..................
I am sad that I didn't tell him that i loved him as much as I should have done. I hope he knew how much he meant to me.
My fil has a lovely relationship with my ds and sometimes I feel sad about that as I wanted him to have that relationship with my dad. Then I realise how silly I am being, and that I am just glad that he has a real connection with his gp.
It is just so hard sometimes. I wasn't able to grieve properly because when I cried (and I cried a lot) in the early days, it really upset my children. I also have to support my mum as my brothers live abroad and we don't have family in this country. So, even though I have comforted her many times, I have always had to 'suck it up'.
It's ironic but even though I used to feel sorry for people I knew who had lost parents, I never really appreciated how horrendous it was until it happened to me. I even apologised to a friend who had lost her dad as I felt as if I hadn't been as good a friend as I should have been.
We have photos of my Dad in the house and also on my digital photoframe and I like seeing his face. Sometimes it is like he is commiserating with me if the children are being naughty or sharing a joke at the way my mum's dog is more like a child than a dog....
I know that the pain of losing him will never really go away. It's just that I have to get used to the idea that he isn't here anymore and learn to live my life without him.
Thank you all for posting and for listening.