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Originally Posted by Pomegranate
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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Mom and I had been estranged and were reconciling when she died. It felt like I'd been kicked in the gut when I heard and all the bickering went away. To this day, if I hear Bill Withers' "Aint no Sunshine" on the radio or think about mom I get a tear or tight throat. Mother's day isn't fun. Be good to yourself
