I miss my dad

I messed up. My dad was always there, you know? Drove me to soccer, helped with my homework, even when I was a bratty teenager. I was so busy trying to be cool, trying to get away from my family, that I didn't appreciate him. He tried so hard. Now he's gone. Cancer took him way too fast. I didn't call enough. I didn't visit enough. I didn't say 'I love you' enough. Now it's too late. I just keep replaying all the times I brushed him off, or was rude. I should have been a better son. I miss him so much it hurts. I just hope he knew I loved him, even though I didn't always show it.