Sorry for your loss, Brisket. It's a beautiful tribute and it sounds like he was a great father and husband.
Damnit, now you've got me misty-eyed. I lost my dad unexpectedly when I was 18 (he was 65). It's been awhile now, but it's still rare for a day to go by without me thinking at some point there's something I wish I could talk with him about, and it's never really important. Just what he thinks the Horns' chances are gonna be the next year, or whether he thinks the Stros' bullpen is going to still be reliable, what he thought about the new Mustangs, whatever. I just wish I'd been able to get to know him in my own adulthood for awhile and I wish he'd been able to get to know me. Then again, I might be a very different person if he hadn't died when he did.
I like to think we'll all get to see our loved ones again in heaven or some sort of afterlife. But even if not, I believe we honor their memory by living with the type of character they raised us to have as best we can, and in that way they live on through us.
...If your dad is looking down on you from here on out though, you should probably do him (and us) a kindness and hire an editor.