I have a strong memory of the day I was told that my father had a weak heart and that he had to go to the hospital. He died when I was nine years old on the same day that Franklin Roosevelt died; it was his 45th birthday.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My main memories of my father are of his illness.
My father died when I was really young, on Christmas Day.
I have lots of memories of my father. He was an incredible father. We all loved him to death.
My very best friend died in a car accident when I was 16 years old. That was the hardest blow emotionally that I have ever had to endure. Suddenly, you realize tomorrow might not come. Now I live by the motto, 'Today is what I have.'
The loss of my father was the most traumatic event in my life - I can't forget the pain.
July 13, 1954 was the most tragic day of my life. I had lost my beloved Frida forever. To late now I realized that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida.
I knew that my father was going to die of heart disease, and I was trying to make a heart for him.
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 remember the day my mother died, and it's still hard to talk about it. I just blocked it out.
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.