my dad lost his battle with lung cancer. The year before that i struggled with depression and had suicide attempts things at home were so bad i thought it was the only way out. I ended up in a home which helped kids who werent bad but couldnt deal with home life. When my dad passed no one told me even though i called every hr. Of that day and called the next. My counsler told me. My family never offered to let me stay with them, they never grieved 4him and yelled at me when i cried at the wake. To this day no1 memorializes him,no1 goes to his grave. It hurts so bad that my dad is gone i wish i had some1 to grieve with over him. Makes me scream inside knowing hes not here.