Two of my grandparents died in a car crash. Sucks, 'cause they would have lived to a hundred.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My mother had had six children in five and a half years, and three of them died in that time.
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 think about my father and how sad it was that he never had grandchildren.
I wish my grandmother and grandfather were still alive, because they were able to keep me grounded.
In my family, we don't die till we're 100 years old.
My great-great-grandfather lived to age 28, my immigrant great-grandfather Pedro Gotiaoco died at 66, my grandfather was 68, and my father died at 34.
My dad went at 86. A car killed him. He was crossing the road.
My mother had lots and lots of children who didn't survive.
I had one relative who passed away but fortunately none others. So my sort of experience of it is quite limited, thankfully.
My mother's sister was killed in a trolley car accident, so I was raised as one of eight with my sister and six male cousins.