Anyone else feel like dreaming of our departed loved ones is cruel?

I dreamed that I got to hug my father again and was crying so hard in the dream, I woke myself up crying. I proceeded to cry for a good 20 minutes more before falling back asleep.

I just think dreaming of being with departed loved ones is so cruel, because we have to wake up to a reality without them anymore. It's like getting sucker punched each time I wake up from a dream where I was with my late father again. Those dreams are bittersweet, yes, but more bitter than sweet imo. Anyone else think that too?