I lost my father when I was 7 years old. He had seizures and on July 14. 1977 he had severe seizure at his cousins house in front of a burning pit, feel back and no one founded him til it was too late. I didn't undersatand then, because I was only told that I wouldn't see my father again, being his only child was a lonely thing for me. I remember not crying because I really didn't know what was going on. Later in life I replayed the memory back and had a breakdown. Since then I've been a mess and always said that I will never know what it is to see, hold, feel or even talk to my dad. I really miss him, I cry a lot because I never knew what a father's love really was (is) being that I lost him when I was so young.
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