My father passed away on Feb. 13th. Sometimes I forget that he is gone.
Sometimes I feel that I'll wake up and He'll be at home. Sometimes I just get
pissed off about the whole thing. His passing tells me that death is real,
more real than I have ever known. Resurrection is for the living, for it is
the living that must rise from the ashes and go on. Something deep has snapped
and compressed within me. This is perhaps the deepest male issue that I have
come face to face with.

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You have my heartfelt sympathy, Johnny.  Losing a parent is one of
the hardest, most mortal experiences any of us must go through.

<tight hug>

Losing a father is tough. I feel for you, I have been there, and actually,
after six years, still am.
I didn0t have a good relationship with my father, and when he died I refused
to moarn. That eventually hit back on me.
Currently I am in guidance in order to get my feelings and inner life back
on track. The period of grieve has to be experienced in this period of my
life.
Take my adice: live, and experience the pain and the grieve. It is beter that
way, than doing it after such a long time.

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My renewed appreciation just recently developed.
There are ways and reasons to admire him.
He could inspire many people, for instance.
At least I came to the conclusion it wasn't just negative, he had his good
sides as well.
The death of a relative is bad. Try to talk abouit itwith other family
members. The same goes for them just as much as for anybody else.

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