That's what I miss most about my Dad being gone - not being able to talk to him. When I would be working on a project, either building a fence, working on a car, etc., Dad would always come over and lend a hand. When failed back surgeries kept him from helping physically, he would come over, sit nearby where I was working and talk with me while I worked. Sadly, dementia took his mind away before it killed his body. I tell folks that everything about my Dad - his wisdom, his humor, his stories, his personalities, died three years before his body did.
I had a rough time back in April dealing with Dad's death. I replaced the control arms on my Honda, something I've never done before. While test driving my car afterward, I thought for a second that I would give Dad a call when I got home to tell him about the new repair that I had never done before. I then realized that I could not.
I could sure use his advice right now. He had a way of seeing things that I could not, in ways I could not.....