When my parents died, it became clear to me that there was an end in sight. Death was never a real thing to me. And then when that happened I realized I only have so many years left, if I'm lucky.
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My whole life sort of ended when my mom died.
When I was very young I was sort of floored by the fact that my mother and my father and everyone I knew was going to die one day, and myself too. I had a sort of a philosophical crisis. I couldn't believe that we were mortal.
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.
When my father passed away and then when later on I gave birth, those are sort of ground-breaking experiences that put everything else into perspective.
My parents were mourning the death of my sister. She was killed in a car accident before I was born, and I didn't know she existed until I was 13 or 14 years old. I knew I was growing up in a house where people were angry and sad.
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.
I lost my parents very early in my life. My mom died three weeks after I graduated from high school, and my dad died two years after I got married.
When I was in my early teens, I remember coming to the conclusion that your life never ends.
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 dad leaving my life. That's the biggest thing that happened to me. I just remember what he tells me, the memories, and try to move on forward each day, knowing that he's still here, looking down on me.
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