I've found that I miss my Dad more as time goes by, not less. I feel his absence in curious places, like when I merge from an acceleration lane onto the highway. He taught me to pick where in traffic I would be merging before I left the ramp. I remember him and that lesson almost every day.
I drew this in 2006, two weeks after he passed away. Its symbolism is truer to me now than the day I made it. I'm lonely for him.