My Dad would have been 97 today. Sadly, he only made it to 74.
I still miss him: in fact, the older I get, the more I miss him. He was a complex and in some ways difficult man, but as I have got older I feel I understand him better, even though he's not around, and I am sure that if he were alive today we would be close.
One of the biggest regrets of my life is that I never told him I loved him. At the end of his life we had a conversation where those words seemed to be 'understood' on both sides, but the words themselves were never spoken. It would have been embarrassing for both of us, but if I had I would feel better today.
Readers, if your parents are still alive, give them a call and tell them how you feel. One day you won't be able to.