My father died in late January this year. It was in a hospice.
I sat by his side till the end after a long cold trip in an uber there.
We think we are strong, prepared for loss. We are not.
I still have moments where I crack up and think, "oh god, I gotta call dad and tell..."
It hits hard sometimes still not to have that proud, jesting man's voice in my life.
I am sorry for your loss.
I don't have a picture that would make sense for you, since I didn't know your relationship.
Though my dad would of enjoyed something absurd, offensive or Demi Moore.