I My Father Is Dead

On Friday night I hung up after my usual weekend telephone call with my father telling him that I loved him and wished him good health. and went to bed.
Saturday morning I got up and went on the computer and having only one telephone...

That is the day my father died. It was really weird how I found out. He and I never saw eye to eye and when my parents divorced I think I saw him only 2 times in 4 years. I don't even know if he knew I had a kid (Only had 1 at the time...

Me and my father did everything together. Played C.O.D, build things out of wood and just talked sometimes. Then a man took his life last month. I am scared of this man. Will never forget his face. I saw my dad die. That is something I...

When I was 16 my father passed away. A year and a half before that he had a stroke which had almost killed him. The doctor's gave him another 6 months to live...he ended up living a year longer than they said. But it wasn't the first...

my father is dead. He did hardly any thing with me. So I could care less about him. I wish that at times  that he had done more with me. I don't miss him at all. I wish that I did. But I don't at all. He did more...

my father died almost a year ago now. it was june 26,2006, three days before my 16th b-day. i was at sonoma state for the day. when my mom and i got home my dad wouldnt wake up. my mom tried to revive him while i called 911. i...

Exactly 14 days before my father died in tragic accident,he was upright person,he loved all his grand children's more than his.It is difficult for me to be same again.

My dad died 3 years ago, before my 14th birthday. I've never gotten over it and my mum is a completely different person. He had a sudden heart attack and it was really difficult not to be able to say goodbye.

my mom and my dad got divorced after my little brother was born. he ws only a year old, and i was 5. i also have an older sister. i remebmber him a lot when i was growing up, he would always sing songs when he made us pancakes...but...

I'm 14, and my whole life i hated my dad. the stories my mom told me, and the memories with him. he did 2 things to me when i was little, and i have never forgotten them. we have gone to therapy, counseling, all the bullshit he could...