re: For those of you who lost your father, how old were you when he passed?

I lost my dad last February, I was 43. Spend as much time with him now. Reminisce over childhood events, ask him questions you never asked before, just get that time in. It's been a hard first year for me, sometimes harder than others.

I was only 20. It freaking sucked. Quite easily the worst event of my lifetime, mainly because of how sudden and unexpected it was.

As Ive seen others in this thread post, he truly was my best friend. We talked almost everyday. I still have a voicemail from him about 4 days before he died. He was fussing at me, I told him I would be there at the house at noon, well here it is 2:00 and I still haven't left my apartment. I was supposed to take him to his dentist appointment as well as wash his car but I totally forgot. The best thing about that man, even after laying it on me heavy for a minute straight, he still ended the vm with, "I Love you, son".

In the 8 years since then, I've had dreams of him multiple times. Usually the dreams would basically consist of him coming back to the living, along the premise of "I convinced God to allow me to spend more time a little more time here before I have to go back". In those dreams, he attended my college graduations, my wedding, none of which he were alive for. He met my wife and spent alot of time with her, who I didnt meet until I was dealing with depression after losing dad. Hell, he even held my babies in the dreams, the babies dont even exist yet!

Some would say these dreams are just imagination running wild. Personally, I think this is God's way of allowing me to spend more time with the single-most influential figure in my life.

12 The Big C got him. Un-operable. Said he had only a few months to live, made it to his birthday so my mother and our family could enjoy his retirement.

24. I was devastated. Caused many self inflicted hardships in my life. Took me til 30 to turn my life around. Almost 40 now. Still think about him every day.

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My father shot a young woman in the head over 80 dollars when I was 14 years old. Learned a few weeks ago that he has terminal cancer. I've hated the man as long as I can remember and now I just feel a cruel sadness about it all.

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Damn, man.

It will be 11 years in May.

I was 32 years old.

My world hasn't been the same. Not even close.

Lost my dad in August. He had dementia for 2 years so I was really mourning him in pieces…every time I saw him and he was a little worse, I would morn what was gone from his personality. He only had a week of hospice which was good and it didn’t seem like he was in pain much. It is just so hard comparing who he was at the end to who he was before dementia.
I was really proud of my brothers and sisters…everyone came together with nothing but love and support for my mom and each other.
Daddio was 83 and I was 54. I think about him a lot, little things always remind me of him…things he’d say etc.
One thing I learned, my mom would never put my dad in a home so it was important to help and support her during his dementia…she was taking care of all his needs, but who was there for mom? That’s where my brothers and sisters came in.

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30. His incident made it on a thread on tigerdropping

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I just don’t know how to live without him. He’s my best friend.

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Be thankful that you two had a good relationship.