My dad was awesome. But he also wasn’t. It’s painful to hear words from coworkers who received things from him that he never gave me. But still, he gave me a lot. He wasn’t perfect. But neither am I. I mourn him leaving me so early. I mourn the things he never gave me and never would have given me. I needed to get this off my chest.
Hang in there. It gets easier.
My mum died when I was in my 20’s. Her story was just shorter than most.
Only one piece of advice: grieve how you want or need to, not how others think you should.