I thought.

I thought that almost two years after daddy died, I wouldn't miss him so much. Given that your parents cause you considerable angst and stress,  I thought I would welcome not having all that angst and stress.  Given that it has been 642 days since he left. Given that he had lived a full life and I am excited he has his new life. I didn't think I would still miss him so much.
But our lives were woven together and I'm too old to fill in the space that was left by him. If that space could even be filled.  And when I look in the mirror and see my aging face, the face of Daddy or hear my voice echoing back to my ears and hear his laughter recreated in a female voice, I miss him.