I lost my father. He had diabetes and high BP and so he died of kidney failure.
I have irrational fears, and they all go back to losing my father as a kid. I've never gotten over it.
I would like my Dad to be alive so he could see what I am.
I love my father, and I believe in him. And he lost to Dan Quayle. I had a hard time understanding how that could happen.
I was 11 when my father died, so I didn't know my father so well.
I don't remember much of my childhood. My father passed away when I was six, and sadly, I don't have the fuzziest, foggiest memory of him - what his voice was like, anything he ever said to me, nothing. My early years are a total blur.
I didn't realize I was still grieving for my father at 30-something.
I lost my father was I 10 years old, and I always looked for a father. I missed my father very much.
I lost my father and went into a process of grief with it that was all about how to replace that grief, how to fill it, and I think there was something very desperate in the way that I was replacing it.
Not having a father is big. You need guidance. I know, personally, when my father died, I needed guidance; I needed somebody to show me how to be a man, how to grow up, basically how to do the right thing.
My dad died when he was 60. I was only 17 and I think, psychologically, that had a huge impact on me, probably more than I realised.
My father was my hero, and he died when I was 11. So, I really never experienced the kind of natural teenage rebellion or the anger at him. I never experienced those feelings as a young person.
You know at 14, when you lose your hero - your father - that's why I hold him on such a high pedestal.
I was so young when my dad died that I didn't think it had affected me. I had such tiny memories of him, just little glimpses, I thought I had been unaffected. But then I realised, somewhere in my late 40s I think, that probably the defining thing in my whole life was losing my dad.
I'm fortunate enough that I have my father in my life, but I would imagine losing your father at 15, 16, 17 is a lot different than losing your father at 36, 37, 38.
My real father died when I was two years old, so I never knew him. He was a barber in Chicago.
My father and one of my grandfathers died very early, and female figures have been an influential part of my life.
