Y. S. Jaganmohan Reddy Quotes

I have made my own decisions ever since my father died.

While there are so many great things in my life, you get older, and you have responsibilities. And things happen, like my dad dying - things that are tough to shake off. And there are things I'm still trying to figure out.

When you lose a mother or father, it's still the hardest time of your life.

I was 12 when my father passed, so I didn't have a father during my teenage years.

The first time my father woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me he was going to die, I think I was eight. He brought out all his papers and explained to me what to do with his body and who to call and how to take care of things. You either learn how to survive, or you fall to pieces. I'm pretty good at surviving.

Obviously, at this age, I've lost people in my life. But with a parent, it's just different. I was very attached to my father and had this naive little-girl notion that he'd always be around. So I'm finding acceptance of my father's death is the hardest thing to accept.

My father died when I was young, and after he did, my mother had it tough. Very tough.

I started doing a Twitter feed when my father was dying. I was very distracted, preoccupied. It was upsetting.

I was 28 when my father died, and I was an only child.

I'm part of the tribe who have said goodbye to one parent and are feeling a sense of responsibility for the one who remains - in my case, my mother. How do I make her time smoother, happier? How do I try to ease her, a widow, away from the dark well of grief without dishonoring the necessity of that grief?

America had taken my father from me. And over most of the years of his illness, I gradually started feeling this support system from this country who-people grieving along with us.

In 2002, my husband died very suddenly. My main concern that day was how to deliver the news to our daughter, then eight. Someone put me in touch with Judith Wallerstein, an expert in child psychology who coached me through what to say.

I have a cousin who, at age 36, passed away from cancer, and she left three girls.

After my father died, we faced hardship but never asked anybody for help. We were self-sufficient.

When I think about my teenage years, when my parents broke up, and feeling alone and being out of control and having to survive... And then other times when you've had to find your own way... that's always been a dominant theme in what I've done.

When you lose a parent, it's a strange feeling. It's a hard thing to get used to.

It's not easy to adapt to losing a lot.

When my dad passed, I felt like I had to grow up very quickly.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping

the final lesson of learning to be independent - widowhood ... is the hardest lesson of all.

The hardest obstacle I've ever had to overcome in my life is losing my mom four years ago. I wouldn't even say that I've overcome it, really. I don't imagine that I ever will.

Faith does help mourners survive their loss, some studies suggest; but I imagine one still struggles.

When my father passed away two or three years ago, I didnt listen to music for four days - thats a long time for me.

When he died, I went about like a ragged crow telling strangers, "My father died, my father died." My indiscretion embarrassed me, but I could not help it. Without my father on his Delhi rooftop, why was I here? Without him there, why should I go back? Without that ache between us, what was I made of?