When my dad died, my world crumbled.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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 father died when I was still in college, and it was sudden, and he was my beloved parent, and you just can't imagine what you life is going to be like.
The death of my father is probably the biggest thing that I ever faced. Daddy and I were best friends.
My father died when I was really young, on Christmas Day.
It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.
After losing Dad, there was the idea that none of us have forever. It really affects you. It makes you want to live each day as if it's your last.
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.
When my mother died, I fell apart. My father wanted to control me. As a consequence, I ran away to America.
My father's life was so decimated by his earliest experiences. His mother died when he was 7 years old, which he always said was the worst experience in his life. When he was 8, his father disappeared and he was on his own from the age of 8.
My whole life sort of ended when my mom died.