A dream about my dad

Last night I had an emotional dream.  I was at the house my grandparents lived in when I was growing up, and in the dream my family lived in it.  Had Andrew had a different job when we married, that would have been our reality as they decided to move as we got engaged.  His job didn't allow for living in my hometown though.  Anyway, I was looking out the back door in this dream, and then walked away.  When I looked back at the door, my Dad was standing there in his jeans, loafers, and a red v-neck sweater vest.  Although the color of the sweater changed, that was my dad's "signature" attire.  I quickly walked over to him and gently touched his shoulder.  He gave me a big hug and said, "I've missed so much."  I responded with, "That's okay, " and that's when I woke up.  I had tears in my eyes (as I do now as I'm typing this) and because Andrew was still in bed I fought all out crying.  The dream was both wonderful and awful.  It was wonderful because I really felt my Dad again, yet awful because it wasn't real.  I know my Dad is in a better place, but oh goodness, I am especially missing him today.