I held my father's hand while he died of cancer, and it's really painful when you do something like that up close and personal. My mother was already gone, and I was very, very close to my father.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.
I was very close to my mother, and her death, which left a gaping hole in my life, has been very difficult for me and my father in a lot of ways.
I was lucky to have my dad in my life. As crazy as things got, I always had him to put his hand on my shoulder.
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 mother's cross was given to me when she died. I like to have it always close to me.
My father died when I was young, and after he did, my mother had it tough. Very tough.
I held the generous, strong, beautiful hand of my first wife Cassie as ovarian cancer took her life much too soon.
When my father died in my arms it had such a profound affect on me that at that very moment when my dad passed I realized that I needed to face my own fears.
One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.
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.