My father passed away from cancer about two years ago. First I'll say it was sad but not tragic - he was in his 70s and while we all wish we could have had another 20 years with him, he died peacefully and surrounded by loving family and without a single regret. He even left behind a memoir for me and my mother.
The thing is, when my dad died, I was able to cope with it fairly easily at the time because I was going through a whirlwind of my own life changes and I was able to keep really, really busy. I got a new job, a new home, a new relationship, a new set of friends and all different kind of things, mostly good, happened over the course of the last year or so.
But now that things have kind of settled down for me, the grief is hitting me hard. There are so many things that I wish I could tell my father about or ask him for advice about or just ideas I wish I could share with him, and he isn't there. My mother is no match - I love her equally, but the things we share are just totally different. My mom took the loss much harder earlier on but she has slowly built her new life around it and gradually accepted it, whereas I am having this very delayed reaction and feeling of emptiness.