My dad

Today my dad would be 58. He past away almost 10 years ago, when I was 16 years old (a week before). I miss him sooo much, and it seems after so much time that he isn't really. I wish I could hug him, or talk to him.
I often have dreams about him, and he's alive and was pretending to be dead. As a joke. Har har, but my dad always told jokes, and was a big goof.
He'd come back from the bathroom with toilet paper hanging out of his pants on purpose.
But, in my dreams, I always tell him what's been going on. He is still sick in the dreams, but he is there.
In the dream when I told him I was pregnant with Landen, he looked at me and smiled, and was proud. He said something special, and I told my mother afterwards, but I don't remember what it was. I wish he was here.