re: What age did you lose your dad?

I was I was 31 when my dad died, and 29 when my mom died.

15 years old. On the first day of starting at a new high school. Was a pretty rough 6 months

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I was 12
Cancer

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It'll be 3 years in 10 days. Was a strange night. Saw the news of Paul Walker's death. Then the Iron Bowl kick 6 happened shortly thereafter. Then that night, I got in a terrible car wreck because an Asian lady totally whiffed a stop sign, and had I not swerved, my friends in the passenger seat and backseat mightve been killed. Found out the next morning my dad died the night before. The car accident occurred around 8:55 that night, and my dad passed away around 8:50, 5 minutes before

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Holy frick, dude. I'm so sorry.

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He died the day after the 9-6 LSU Bama game.

My father was murdered when I was 3 years old. 30 years ago in June, still unsolved.

Lost my mom to cancer in 2000 when I was was 20. Lost my grandmother the following year. Lost my grandmother on my dads side in 2014. Lost my Aunt the beginning of 2015. Lost my dad November 2015. Lost my grandfather Tuesday. It fricking sucks. I was close to all of them. Losing my mother at a young age hurt the worst. It really fricked me up. My grandfather passing last week hasn't been easy. Now that I'm older I can process it a little better.

18 it sucked like a mofo.

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I was 18,

My dad was sick for awhile. He had type 1 diabetes, when he was diagnosed with when he was a teenager. He got to the point where he needed dialysis, which he was on for years. He never missed a day of work. He had to go to dialysis 3 times a week. He would leave work then go do several hours of dialysis. When I was a freshman in high school he started getting to the point where he was in and out of the hospital. I graduated HS in May, started college in the Fall.. It was not a good semester because there was a lot of other stuff going on.. He passed away in January (1998).

He passed away early Sunday morning. I had gone out with friends that Saturday night and we didn't get in until around 3ish on Sunday morning. When I got in, he heard me and asked if it was me, a few minutes later I heard him caught and just stop. Like something was wrong.. My mom was checking on him asked me to call 911. He died of congestive heart failure.

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I had a similar situation. My dad had type 1 diabetes since he was young. Lost his vision a year after I was born because of diabetes. He was lucky enough to have a kidney transplant which staved off long-term dialysis for 20+ years, and ten years later he had a pancreas transplant. After living with type 1 diabetes for 40 years he was able to have a slice of chocolate cake again.

Eventually his health started to deteriorate, which may have been related to the transplants and being on autoimmune drugs and steroids for two decades. He picked up an undetected blood infection shortly before he died and, coupled with a leaky valve in his heart, allowed the infection set up shop long enough to do some irreversible damage. He died hours after I made it up to Boston to see him. That next day I felt numb more than anything else.

I was 31, and my sister had graduated from college around three weeks before he died.