[tendencydriven]

Oof, this one hits home.

I lost my Dad when I was 27, he had just turned 60. Also lung cancer, also smoking since a child, also had never visited the doctor.

In the 5 years since then, I've met the love of my life, gotten engaged, and planning a family. All of this without my Dad, without his advice, without his support. It hurts, a lot. Whenever big moments in my life happen, my first instinct is always to give him a call.

[zeristor]

Dad lost to smoking too at 60, but heart disease. As I grew through life I could relate to my memories of him at those ages, but as I come up to 60 myself I’m daunted not to have my memories of him at later ages as a guide.

[OptionOfT]

My dad decided to go scorched earth when I had the opportunity to move to the USA. He was always bitter, but he turned poisonous. He made it about himself.

I miss what could've been.