Fifty years of missing you are coming up soon. I am fifteen again and reliving that moment. No matter what others say they have no clue. When a parent takes their last breath and is gone forever upon their child. I hear you calling us fellas and discussing fishing. Bathroom doors still need to be closed for I flashback to that horrible day on August 23. This is a wound that is scarred and never heals. I have learned about members of your family just recently and some knew you but we never knew them til now. Rest in love and we miss you, Dear Daddy