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My father died 17 years ago. He was a great dad and I miss him a lot. Its hard to get over losing a father. Leaves an empty spot in your heart forever.
He worked a lot. I grew up in Philly and we had a place in NYC too and he worked in NYC and would stay up there during the week and then come home on the weekends so I didn't see as much of him as I would have liked.
My mother was overly protective and drove me nuts. She was great raising us. She got pissed off when I was 20 and said I only wanted to do 2 years of college and finish getting my degree later on and told her I wanted to move out to LA. After that our relationship was distant and I only saw her and my dad when they came out to visit or I flew back on holidays.
After my dad died my mother and I started to get into a lot of arguments. She really got weird losing him. Like major weird. Wouldn't throw away his clothes. Kept his briefcase at the door like he was coming back one day. As far as I know she still has his suits hanging in the closet to this day. Really got bizarre. They were together for 30 years so I guess that happens.
I'm not on speaking terms with her right now cause we got into another big argument a couple months ago over a situation in my family where I got reamed in a large family real estate investment.
I'm really not into family any more. So many have passed on now.
My sis is the only one I'm really still close to and we call each other once or twice a week.
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