{{{Badger}}}

I'm right there with you. My father passed away a year ago November, too, after fighting a two-year battle with cancer. I got to be at his bedside the last week of his life. He and I weren't especially close, either. He and my mother divorced when I was very young, and their relationship was acrimonious at best.

He was in and out of my life. He did get to meet my husband, and he gave my daughter guitar lessons while he was still able to play. The last week, she played for him. He smiled.

A few days ago, as I was driving to meet a friend for a bike ride, I was approaching a red light and out of nowhere, I heard him call me. "Hey, Babe!" I heard his voice. It jolted me so bad I started crying.

It will take time. Give yourself space to grieve.

Much love.

Roxy