10 Years - RIP Dad

[AccordWarrior]

Well, I don't want to make a big deal about this or make people feel sorry for me, but today marks the 10th anniversary of my dad passing away.

We had an amazing relationship and I'll cherish all the times we had together. I still can't believe its been 10 years...it still feels like yesterday, I remember everything, everythign that was said, what I was wearing...that's something no one should every have to go through.

I'm just posting this to tell everyone that not matter what happens you can overcome ANYTHING. My life crumbled that day, I lost my dad, we lost our big house, security, everything. But my mom and I didn't sit back and watch our lives crash in front of us. We survived.

Don't make excuses for life. Don't blame all your problems on one event because you can't let one event define the rest of your life. I'm proof of that. I overcame everything, got through hs, got a scholarship to school, etc etc...

So I just wanted to make this a positive message to anyone that ever feels down. You can do it.

But this thread goes out to anyone that's lost someone they cared about. They'll never be forgotten, even as time passes the memories and pictures will keep them alive forever.

[90CB7DRIVA]

Im feelin ur pain homie just keep ya hed up and keep it gully this is a cold hearted world man RIP to da fallen soljas RIP to your pops homie im feelin ya pain.

[accordtunerx]

its very sad that it happened, but i'm glad that you and your mom were able to overcome it. stay strong mike.

[YK86]

I'm glad to hear you made it through ok. Your message is a really good one. I lost my dad 5 years ago this Dec and like you, it seems like the other day I was talking to him. He had health problems so the last year or two was very tough seeing his overall condition slowly decline. My mom and I were left to run the family business after he died which was also in poor state because my dad couldn't take care of it like he should of/wanted to. But in the end, after alot of hard work and determination, we go it turned around and are now doing quite well for ourselves. It was a sad day losing someone I really cared about but it also marked a big turning point in my life where I grew up really fast and got my priorities straight. I have no doubt in my mind my dad would be smiling if he were still here with us. And I'm sure your dad would be happy the way you guys made it through your situation as well.

[93accordexcoupe]

Don't make excuses for life. Don't blame all your problems on one event because you can't let one event define the rest of your life.

good point man

sorry about ur dad, its hard to lose someone u love but sometimes its for the best. glad to see that ur doing ok with ur mom and school and everything.

[williamsvt]

stay strong mike...its hard, but im glad you and your mother have made it through, and im glad that your doing well in school and etc. I think im coming up on the 8th aniversary of my grandfather passing and its always sad, because he was the one person in my family who was really enthusiastic about cars and he loved everything about them ...when he passed he left me a 1927 ford model A fully restored and i will cherish it forever...stay strong mike and always keep your father in your thoughts and cherish your memories.

[wed3k]

oh shit, i thought you said that your dad died today...

but yea, i dont know what'd i do if my dad died. maybe kill myself, not sure.

[EJ8lvr]

Join the club....my mother died when i was 14...i watched her die over the course of a couple months....i lived with her my entire life....my parents were never married...they seperated when i was to young to remember...and my mother always had custody of me i saw my father ever other weekend...but only for like 1 night and 2 days...well let me just say that going to the hospital every day after school was not fun....everyday i would get picked up then go to the hospital to be with my mother to try and finish my homework there....and everyday while i was in school during my lunch period i would go to the principles office and call her...sometimes she couldnt even talk to me...well it wasnt a pleasant feeling sitting in class everyday and when the phone rang in the class...my heart always dropped thinking it was a call for me....well instead of a phone call i get my guidance counselor who comes to my class room whispers something to my teacher....who then says Becca get your things you need to go...i walk to my locker the only words i can mutter was did it happen....the answer yes....so i get my stuff and she drives me to the hospital...i go see my mother lying there life less...give her a kiss...then proceed to go lock myself in the bathroom and cry...until they coaxed me out of the bathroom...from then my life just seemed to suck...i was the only child no brothers or sisters...and i was forced to live with my father...who had no idea how to be a parent...he forced me to take chores as a precidence over my homework...would never let me do anything...would physically, emotionally, and verbally abuse me....he was an alcoholic and a drug adict..which he still is....although he was living in my house he didnt care....my mother had left everything to me...nothing to him...he was just there to take care of me until i was of age...well lets just say he fucked me....he would never let me take my money out of my trust fund...while he sat there and spent my money left and right....to cut it short....i just recently kicked his ass out of my house....so now henry and i live there by ourselves...and my life is starting to fall into place....still sucks though for her to not be around...and its bad because i look exactly like her....sound like her and even do some of the same things she would do....some people have problems talking to me or looking at me....because i remind them soo much of her....i guess it kind of freaks them out....but the worst part of all is that she died about a day before Thanksgiving...so that holiday blows...but yea thats the short version of it....it does suck to lose a loved one...more than anyone could imagine....especially when you really only had one parent your whole life...and your forced to live with the other who never even knew what kind of cereal you ate...pretty pathetic....shit sucks...life sucks...but you have to deal with the cards your dealt...otherwise you could sit there and wallow in your own self pitty....and beg for it from others....but that wont get you anywhere....

[williamsvt]

Join the club....my mother died when i was 14...i watched her die over the course of a couple months....i lived with her my entire life....my parents were never married...they seperated when i was to young to remember...and my mother always had custody of me i saw my father ever other weekend...but only for like 1 night and 2 days...well let me just say that going to the hospital every day after school was not fun....everyday i would get picked up then go to the hospital to be with my mother to try and finish my homework there....and everyday while i was in school during my lunch period i would go to the principles office and call her...sometimes she couldnt even talk to me...well it wasnt a pleasant feeling sitting in class everyday and when the phone rang in the class...my heart always dropped thinking it was a call for me....well instead of a phone call i get my guidance counselor who comes to my class room whispers something to my teacher....who then says Becca get your things you need to go...i walk to my locker the only words i can mutter was did it happen....the answer yes....so i get my stuff and she drives me to the hospital...i go see my mother lying there life less...give her a kiss...then proceed to go lock myself in the bathroom and cry...until they coaxed me out of the bathroom...from then my life just seemed to suck...i was the only child no brothers or sisters...and i was forced to live with my father...who had no idea how to be a parent...he forced me to take chores as a precidence over my homework...would never let me do anything...would physically, emotionally, and verbally abuse me....he was an alcoholic and a drug adict..which he still is....although he was living in my house he didnt care....my mother had left everything to me...nothing to him...he was just there to take care of me until i was of age...well lets just say he fucked me....he would never let me take my money out of my trust fund...while he sat there and spent my money left and right....to cut it short....i just recently kicked his ass out of my house....so now henry and i live there by ourselves...and my life is starting to fall into place....still sucks though for her to not be around...and its bad because i look exactly like her....sound like her and even do some of the same things she would do....some people have problems talking to me or looking at me....because i remind them soo much of her....i guess it kind of freaks them out....but the worst part of all is that she died about a day before Thanksgiving...so that holiday blows...but yea thats the short version of it....it does suck to lose a loved one...more than anyone could imagine....especially when you really only had one parent your whole life...and your forced to live with the other who never even knew what kind of cereal you ate...pretty pathetic....shit sucks...life sucks...but you have to deal with the cards your dealt...otherwise you could sit there and wallow in your own self pitty....and beg for it from others....but that wont get you anywhere....

that brings a tear to my eye....and that doesn't happen often. that is a very touching story and im sorry that you had to go through that and i hope that you and Henry are doing well now. THere are so many different aspects to life, and i know we have all gone through them or will go through them as the case may be. People who know me, know that i have gone through the hardest of times, but i still put a smile on my face and face the world as an open book for me to read and write in everyday. This story was very touching and def reminds me to cherish the things i have and to always be thank full, thanks a lot

[SuperNova92LX]

Daw, that has to suck some major ass. I have lost my grandfather (who I had a love-hate relationship with...), my great aunt (who I was closer to than my grandfather...) and my grandmother on my father's side (who I knew but knot all that well...) and a few other relitives. I have yet to loose someone who I consider extreamly close.

My mother and I have a weird relationship in some people's eyes, but a very cool one in others. We are more like friends than mother and son, and I've been guilty of calling her my best friend. I'm not a momma's boy, but we are close, except in terms of physicaly. I live in Kentucky, and she lives in Arkansas. But, I've always said the day I lose her, they will more than likely have to lock me up in a straight jacket in a padded room somewhere.

I can only imagine (and dread...) what it's like to lose someone you are that close too. Props to you and your mother for pulling through that time. It had to be hell.

[SuperNova92LX]

that brings a tear to my eye....and that doesn't happen often. that is a very touching story and im sorry that you had to go through that and i hope that you and Henry are doing well now. THere are so many different aspects to life, and i know we have all gone through them or will go through them as the case may be. People who know me, know that i have gone through the hardest of times, but i still put a smile on my face and face the world as an open book for me to read and write in everyday. This story was very touching and def reminds me to cherish the things i have and to always be thank full, thanks a lot

Agreed. My life has by no means been the best, but I am thankful I still have my mother, 9 month old little boy (who is perfectly healthy, Thank you again, God...) and I'm still with his mother. Shit could be so much worse. Despite all the abuse and shit me and my older sister went through growing up...

[EJ8lvr]

Daw, that has to suck some major ass. I have lost my grandfather (who I had a love-hate relationship with...), my great aunt (who I was closer to than my grandfather...) and my grandmother on my father's side (who I knew but knot all that well...) and a few other relitives. I have yet to loose someone who I consider extreamly close.

My mother and I have a weird relationship in some people's eyes, but a very cool one in others. We are more like friends than mother and son, and I've been guilty of calling her my best friend. I'm not a momma's boy, but we are close, except in terms of physicaly. I live in Kentucky, and she lives in Arkansas. But, I've always said the day I lose her, they will more than likely have to lock me up in a straight jacket in a padded room somewhere.

I can only imagine (and dread...) what it's like to lose someone you are that close too. Props to you and your mother for pulling through that time. It had to be hell.

i said the same thing...that i would have to be locked up and this and that...but i worked through it....not to mention less than3 months after she died....my greatgrandmother died...and all the guy at her funeral had to say was how much it sucked so lose a mother and this and that....i just couldnt handle that...but you do get through it....it takes time...my father forced me to go through counseling....which sucked...and i only did it for a couple months...it didnt help....just pissed me off cause all they wanted was to have group things with my father in the room....which obviously didnt work...but seriously you work through it ...it just takes alot....

[HenRoc]

I lost my grandmother when I was 13 years old. Me and my mom were very close when I was younger (up until 4 years old) I was sent overseas to visit my grandparents with my moms younger sister I was supposed to visit for one summer but my aunt who I was very close too..and my mom was too..passed away when I was six of heart failure.

See the custom where I came from is that..when someone passes away we have an open casket at the house..because in Palau they dont have funeral homes..so its been a long tradition to hold an open casket vigil for one whole day.

I didnt cry nor did I even shed one tear..I was sad that my own aunt passed away..and I thought my mom would be there to grieve so I could see her again since it had been 2 years since I left Boston. The whole time I was there I was homesick but eventually I grew to accept it..my mom would take me back when she was ready too..so I learned a new language and became a totallly diferent person.I grew close to my grandmother and she basically took me under her wing when my aunt couldnt (she had her own kids to tend too) do it.

I left in 1992 to live in Guam, I barely went back to Palau to visit my grandmother..and in 1994 my grandfather's diabetis worsened so they sent him to be hosptalized. That same here I came back to the United States after almost 11 years of being away from my own mother..by this time things had changed..my mom no longer lived in the apartment building in Cambridge where I grew up...me and my dad had drifted apart..over the years of broken promises.

I had a new family that was a bit tough to get used too..I was no longer the only child..so I had issues in school, constantly getting into fights , detentions and even suspension..I got 'disceplined' to the point where I had cuts and bruises...highschool was different although at times I was ragged on..until I lost it one day on some kid and nearly hit him with a Tire Iron.

Alot of people Ive met have said that Im all around nice guy,,which I very well am...its just the all the pain I endured..I put behind me and being the nice guy that I was..people sorta took advantage of that...

Ask Becca (Ej8Lvr) I was so damn shy when I first met her..but now its changed basically. Im no longer that guy who would take shit..I have a temper which I try and control...Ive had other worse things happen to me when I was growing up that Ive shared with my gf...I guess its a basic scar for life but what else can you do?

I wish my grandmother was stil alive to this day or I wish I had attended her funeral and see her for the last time. It is a very tough and difficult thing to go or witness someone you truly care about pass away.