Jules
I have a clock in my living room that my dad loved and it stopped on the day he died at the exact time of his death.
I have a clock in my living room that my dad loved and it stopped on the day he died at the exact time of his death.
My childhood finally made sense when I saw a cross dresser walk down the street and realized that that was my dad.
I did not say goodbye to my Dad as he left for work the last time.
In order to feel as if he had some sort of control over his cancer, my father would search the streets for a dollar in change before each chemo session.
Standing next to my dad this Christmas, I realized for the first time that he's reached the age at which people begin to get shorter.
It's never like the movies...we pulled the plug and he took two hours to die.
My dad died six years ago and I'm starting forget what he was like because it hurts too much for me to think about him.
My very married, sixty-year-old father obviously doesn't know that you can search by e-mail address on Myspace since he has a page that says he's thirty, single, and there for "dating."
My dad came to one of our high school track meets and I finished last in the 1000 meter run.
Right before my father died nearly 20 years ago, he told me to quit smoking, and last month I finally did.
Your husband never noticing you've had your hair done is bad enough, but my dad didn't notice when my mum broke her leg and had it in plaster.
The only reason I felt bad when my dad's girlfriend left him was it meant he was coming back to live with us.