No, I didn't call him Dad, Pop, whatever, he was Daddy. I don't know if you realize that nobody can annoy you as much as somebody you love.
When Daddy died, I got a new take on life. When somebody I love does something that annoys me, I try to keep in mind that I have that person in my life still.
So when I'm wiping crumbs off the counter, peanut hulls from under Larry's chair, water spots from the sink, I can stew over the tiny irritations, but it's better if I realize that if he dies, I won't have those irritations. I won't have him, and he is much more than the sum of my irritations.