The way I look at my dad's death is that I lost someone that I never really got to know as much as I wanted to. But in a way it made me look at life differently and see how everything is never perfect, life

does not always go the way you want them too. Through my dad's death, I think that I have matured and now have a sense that fate has somewhat a control of my life. Also even though my brother and sister had more years with my dad, I had a closer relationship with him. Since I was the youngest, he paid more attention to me because my sister and brother were in high school at the time. I am glad that I had that 9-year relationship with one of the best dads in the world who always put his family first no matter what the situation was.

People go through different ways of dealing with death. Some accept it and try to go on their lives; some deny everything about it and never want to face the fact that the person has passed away. At first I was in denial and always asking myself "why me? What did I do? What did he do to deserve this?" Finally after 7 years I got some help, I decided to see a psychologist. His na

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