When my dad was in Vietnam, we lost a parent for a year. Thank God we didn't lose a parent for good.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I lost my dad when I was younger, and I know what it's like to lose a beloved parent.
I lost my parents when I was fairly young.
I lost my parents very early in my life. My mom died three weeks after I graduated from high school, and my dad died two years after I got married.
Losing your parent is unlike anything.
I lost my mother when I was very young, and my father when I was in college.
Losing a parent is a hard thing... I often sit here and think it would be great if mum and dad were alive and had a chance to see their grandkids grow up.
Losing a parent over eight years is a very dark journey. I spent the first four years feeling bad and angry and sorry for myself.
My mother was one of seven girls whose parents went to bed hungry so their children wouldn't. My father lost his mother when he was nine. He left school and went to work for the next 70 years. They emigrated to America with little more than the hope of a better life.
I've inherited a sense of that loss from my parents because it was so palpable all the time while I was growing up, the sense of what my parents had sacrificed in moving to the United States, and yet at the same time, building a life here and all that that entailed.
My father is American and deserted the Vietnam War.