Losing a Dad reminds me of the mornings he woke me up for school and didn't flinch at plugging in the curlers to save me 10 extra minutes.
Losing a Father means I'm worried about my Mom being by herself, about the things that need to be taken care of around the house, and the details about holiday logistics.
Losing a Dad make me realize that Alabama football games will never feel the same, that I'll always keep my Sports Illustrated subscription that he got for me ("so the boys have something to read in your dorm"), and that my TV schedule reminder will now have to be in print or online, instead of a phone call away.
Dads and Fathers are different. Sometimes people are lucky enough to have both-- B and I both fall into that category. For me, it certainly made life better, but it sure does make right now harder.