Dolly Wells Quotes

My father is gone, and I miss him as only an adoring daughter can.

What shaped me the most would probably be when my dad passed away. For the rest of my life, I'll kind of feel like he's gonna come home.

My father's body lies in a stone tomb high on a hill. People walk by, pause, think their own thoughts about him and move on, back to their own lives. I can never move on. He is everywhere.

Our dad was a great guy and we will never forget him.

I had never experienced the death of someone close to me until my grandfather passed away.

The memories of the day played in his mind, but this time, his thoughts were of his daughter and the way she'd clung to Katie, her little face buried in Katie's neck. The last time he'd seen that, he reflected, was when Carly had been alive.

She was a great lady. We raised three boys, were together as long as she lived, and now she's passed on.

The grief of losing my father has come in waves over the years, as it does with most people. His love and devotion as a father provided my closest, most intimate relationship. Dad, and our time together, is in my bones. While reflecting on him, the memories themselves seem to boil down into certain 'essences of Dad.'

Now, I'm the only living member of that group. There was the six of us originally and they're now all gone.

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

One of the wonderful things about this glorious holiday trip I'm on is that I'm in public with people. It hasn't been inclined... I don't know - something to do with the death of my wife. It's inclined to make me isolated.

When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the event: Humor diverts our attention and lifts our sagging spirits.

When dad told me Mr Steptoe had passed away, I broke down.

I was scared when I lost my mother, my father, my brother, my sister.

My dad died of a stroke.

When my father died, I was living in England. It was very traumatic that he died when I was away.

I've been at the funerals of a lot of people in my neighborhood. Sometimes when I sit back and relax, I think about that and just blank out.

I suppose the things you remember about someone who has died are the funny moments. Those are the ones that stand out.

Father's Day was great, but all the family gatherings brought up my mother's death. Maybe it's me, because I am a wimp. We would get together, but there was someone missing!

Dad, wherever you are, you are gone but you will never be forgotten.

When I was 7 years old, I put on shows for everyone at my grandpa's funeral. I was always the little entertainer.

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.

I'm mourning with the rest of the world for the talented, gorgeous, funny, intelligent John Forsythe but my heart is broken for the loss of my dear, dear friend and neighbor. I will miss him terribly.

Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.

My sister Edith died at the age of 43. She was the youngest sister and the funniest. I had to harrumph and snort a few times to stop the weeping.