25 years here. I still tell stories about him.
Maybe 7 years ago, on Father's Day, I was sitting at the cemetery drinking a beer. An older man walked up to me and asked what i was doing. I replied "having a beer with my old man". "when did he pass?" "1993" He stared at me stunned. All he could muster was "it's nice you still visit" and he walked away. I think about that old man sometimes... maybe my sitting in the cemetery that day gave him some solace about his own mortality.