When my dad died, I developed a nervous habit. He was very shy and quiet, and I was like him.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was a shy, awkward sort of a boy and my father's frequent absences from home, along with my hero worship for him, made me even shyer.
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.
When Dad died in 1998, it really hit my confidence - he'd helped me write and he thought I was really funny, but since he'd died I didn't feel right. And it felt like no one but me even remembered him.
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.
For 20 years, my mother, my sister and I had seldom spoken of my father. If he happened to come up in conversation, pain and embarrassment entered the room and stayed until he disappeared back into the silence with which we all felt more at ease.
Between the ages of 8 and 12 it was difficult to know what my father was saying, and he moved very slowly, and then he died.
The first thing you should know about me is when I was three years old my mother left me and my father. And that was traumatic obviously for my father - he suffered a nervous breakdown at that time in his life.
My dad died of a stroke.
My dad passed away before my freshman year, and it altered how I thought. I was depressed - I didn't hang out with my friends. I worked through it by dancing.
My dad was a very violent, frightening and dangerous guy. Next to him, I was this vague kind of kid who walked around, as I still do, gathering impressions.