
Jun 10, 2009, 09:38 AM
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Member Since: Feb 2007
Location: Florida
Posts: 1,611
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My dad died when I was 12, he was 37. He was a violent alcoholic. He only hit me once. He put my little feet on his feet once and we danced. All I felt was relief when he died. Thought everything would change, nothing did.
Last year and this year I find myself feeling sad, feeling loss around Father's Day. I think of all I never knew, all I missed. Don't know why it's just starting to hurt now.
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