When my father died in my arms it had such a profound affect on me that at that very moment when my dad passed I realized that I needed to face my own fears.
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My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.
I was scared when I lost my mother, my father, my brother, my sister.
The loss of my father was the most traumatic event in my life - I can't forget the pain.
I have always been terrified of the death of my parents. I never knew if I could count on myself. I never knew if that would send me over the edge.
I grew up being terrified of my parents, particularly my father figures.
My father was so very afraid. I felt it in the sting of his black leather belt, which he applied with more anxiety than anger, my father who beat me as if someone might steal me away, because that was exactly what was happening all around us.
The death of my father is probably the biggest thing that I ever faced. Daddy and I were best friends.
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 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.
My father's life was so decimated by his earliest experiences. His mother died when he was 7 years old, which he always said was the worst experience in his life. When he was 8, his father disappeared and he was on his own from the age of 8.
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