My Mother passed away July 6,1974 leaving 8 kids and a husband that meant everything . My father raised us alone and did one hell of a job. He worked hard and NEVER thought of himself. Always had a smile on his face, even if life was hard and it was, he never complained. My Dad passed away April 21, 2010 at the wonderful age of 82. I know many people would say I was lucky to have him as long as I did, My mother was 40 when she died, so I get that. I miss him and miss him more everyday. I have not had one day were I have not cried. I am still a mess. The hard part is the change and knowing he wont be here for the holidays or watch all the grandkids grow up. I also need him, he raught me well in life, but the seperation is horrible. I always felt close to my Mom after she died, but I am haveing such a difficult feeling close to him and I dont know why. I feel I was 99% a good daugther, he loved me..he had told me enough. I really need to get to that place where I am not reliving all the saddness.