I remember when my father passed away, we drove the funeral procession past the bank so he could say one last goodbye. That's how much the bank meant to my father.
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I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.
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.
Upon the death of my father, our family and myself were emotionally and financially exhausted.
My dad died of a stroke.
After my father died, we were pretty much wiped out financially as a family, so I decided to give finance a try.
My father died in France, and my sisters and I went over with my mum to bring back his body. I remember going to the funeral parlour in France and being given a laminated menu of coffins, and thinking, surely there is an ice cream at the back of here!
I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that, your memories should be personal.
As I flew back from New Zealand to bury my mother, it occurred to me that no matter how harrowing her loss was and how keenly it will always be felt, there was, nevertheless, a sense of relief that my father, sisters and I could say a final goodbye after the longest goodbye and relief that my mum had finally been released.
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 always wanted to be the corpse at every funeral, the bride at every wedding and the baby at every christening.