I've found, from the loss of my father, that it doesn't get better, it just gets different. I wish had better news.
I understand.
He was always there. One time, we were driving across the Sunshine Skyway Bridge in Florida. My sister and I were sitting in the back seat, scared, because there was a torrential rainstorm.
My Dad kept saying, it will be okay...
later... he couldn’t see even two feet in front of him. He couldn’t stop, either... he just had to plow through, slowly... But we always trusted him.
In fact, my sister and I were on the swim team, because when we were little, and on a family vacation (Dad loved that movie!), some boys threw my six year old sister into the hotel pool.
After that, he said, you girls are going to learn to swim and take swimming lessons until you can beat me in a race! :) And every family vacation, we raced... I don’t think we ever did beat him. :)