My father died when I was really young, on Christmas Day.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My father died when I was five, but I grew up in a strong family.
My father died when I was 7. I was his favorite child, and he was my beloved father. I brought him along with me all through my life. Every elderly man has a bit of my father in him for me.
My dad died when I was 23. His death was sudden and shocking - the result of a car crash - and I never got to say goodbye.
My mom died when I was 11 years old.
My father was gone when I was three years old.
I owe my life to my father. I remember that my first Christmas present was a ball. In the district where we lived, there weren't many kids who had one.
My father died when I was only five years old, and that was the moment when I learned a cruel lesson that tomorrow, in fact, might not be another day.
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.
I was 28 when my father died, and I was an only child.
In the seventeenth year of my age my mother died.