Gone half my life

August 31, 1990. 23 years ago today my dad passed away. I am 46 years old, so this means my dad has been gone for exactly half my life. I miss him every day and on many occasions wish he could be around to see certain aspects of my life. I wish he could see himself as a great-grandpa and see me as a grandpa. I wish he could see my family and the successes we've been blessed with. I wish he could so many things. I miss my dad so much.