When my father died, I was 21, and he'd been sick for a few years. He changed during his illness. He kind of softened during it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When my mother passed away I was 20.
I was a very sickly boy when I was young; nearly died when I was 7. I had a life-threatening attack of meningitis, and that put me in a coma for a few months. It took me four years to get my memory back.
In about an 18-month period, my mother got sick and died, and then I had a freak illness less than a year later and almost died myself. And I found in both of those situations that there was this expectation to have a kind of transformative experience.
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.
I wish my father had lived longer. He died when I was 18.
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.
I was 28 when my father died, and I was an only child.
I was 19 when my father died from a heart attack. He was a 55-year-old college professor and had led what was by all appearances a risk-free life. But he was overweight, and heart disease runs in our family.
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.