I can relate to your loss after losing my dad. We had our differences certainly, but we had such great times hunting and fishing together.
It usually hits me hardest when walking back to the truck after the last hunt of the season. I sure miss him. It’s kind of like a black hole in your existence that never gets filled.
But I do find consolation in the fact that he is in a far better place. No more pain, no more anxiety, after coming to peace with his maker.
Blessings to you, brother