I didn't even get to know him... But I still miss him

My father died at 23 years old... actually he was killed... He was part of hole ideology different from the one that was dictated (literally) in Chile, during Pinochet's dictation.
Today, on October 15th he was supposed to get 46 years old of birth. He's not here, he died when I was only 8 months alive... I didn't even get to know him, I can't remember a thing about him, but I still miss him... And the most important thing, I need him, more than I ever thought I could need someone.