United in our Grief Forum.

I too gaze at a picture of my father once in a while. He and I had our differences but his love for me was just as strong as his love for my two brothers, my sister, and our mom. I reminded him of himself at a younger age; he had a rough childhood. He tried to ensure I did not make the same mistakes he did which sometimes placed us at odds. He and I finally started to really bond near the end of his life which made his passing hurt deeply. I still feel numb from his passing and find myself crying myself to sleep at times even four years after his death. We were very close. Perhaps closer than either of us were willing to admit.