I lost my father also. 1936 to 2009.
I'm the oldest son, I was always the hardheaded rebel, 'do it may way' guy.
It wasn't till I was in my late 30's that I finally went to work for my father's business.
My respect for him grew each day as I leaned practically everyone I met, every sales call I made, that that person truly liked and admired my father.
I can't tell you have dumbfounded I was at this realtity.
My dad was tough as nails, but fair & honest.
I miss him even at age 51, telling me how to do things and how things are in the world.
...and mostly how Jesus is our salvation. ...eternal life.
Something for me to work on in his passing.