Grateful.
That's the only word I could think of when my dad passed, way too soon at 53.
Grateful to have a dad I met.
Grateful to have a dad I met and I knew.
Grateful to have a dad I met, I knew, and was a good and loving dad.
Grateful to have a dad I met, I knew, was a good and loving dad, and had him for 25 years.
Grateful and blessed compared to so many. I'm sure you feel that and then some. We are lucky to never have had a passed father, a bum dad, a hateful man, or one simply absent.
Hopefully you get through this period well, at ease, and with good memories InVol.