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I don't know whether there is anyone else at all who remembers my noble father with such sadness.

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.

It breaks my heart that my father never knew my children. He should have been around for another 25 years.

My father was out of my life when I was pretty young - when I was 7 years old, he was gone. I didn't see him for the rest of my childhood.

Sometimes it makes me sad that I didn't get to have one family for my entire life.

Growing up in the fifties and sixties, I can only remember knowing one child, ever, whose parents got a divorce, and hardly any whose mother 'worked' at anything besides raising her children.

I have lots of memories of my father. He was an incredible father. We all loved him to death.

I was fortunate to be raised by loving grandparents.

I was very fortunate, because I don't think many people get to spend time with their great-grandfathers. So, he passed away when I was 15, so I spent a lot of time with him. We lived together. He traveled a lot, but when he was here, we lived together.

Two of my grandparents died in a car crash. Sucks, 'cause they would have lived to a hundred.