Your words touched me. Oddly, my father's death has brought about a change in me. Whereas before I would rather shirk my responsibilities to my family and friends, now I want to be there for them.

My older sister feels like my Dad was the only one who cared for her, and now that he is gone, she feels that no one in her family cares for her. Let me assure you, that is furthest from the truth. I have let her, and all my family know that if they need someone to be there for them in a dark hour, that I am their man. I may not be able to give any physical help, but I can be there for them, without judgment for anything they might have done, or said. With love and compassion and that's it.

It is hard to change from a recluse who doesn't want to "deal" with the issues their friends and family might be having, but running from problems does not make them go away. And I have always run, but not anymore, though I know it will be difficult to be different. One day at a time I guess.

It's hard to explain how the death of my father can affect so much change, or at least the desire, in me. Either way, I have vowed to try and be a better brother, a better friend, because in the end the only thing that really matters are those around us. Not money, not the things we have, but the loved ones who need us to be there for them. And I will try to the best of my ability to be there when they need me.

So, out of death comes change. My faith in my friends, my family, and myself is renewed. Through light and love we can conquer anything.

I know this might all sound a little over dramatic, but it is how I feel about it. It's not a bad change in my mind. I see it as a positive, and I just hope I can live up to what I have set before me. I guess time will tell.

I felt the same way as your sister did after my Dad passed away. He was the world to me. My Mother and I hardly spoke. My sister and my mother are extremely close. I remember when my Dad died, my Mother came to me and said that at the funeral your sister is sitting to my left and Omi (my Grandmother) is sitting to my right and you can sit where-ever. I felt so hurt and alone.

She did the same thing when my Omi passed away, and recently when my aunt died, she flew herself and my sister to the funeral, and told me to stay home. I know she loves me in her own sick way. She just loves my sister more.

I am happy that you are making a conscience effort to make your sister feel loved. That you are making an effort to be there for your family. And even on the forums whether it be this one or the other one, your posts have always been kind. I have never seen you be rude or mean to anyone. So, like I said before, any person worth their salt would be proud to have you for a son.

Your words touched me. Oddly, my father's death has brought about a change in me. Whereas before I would rather shirk my responsibilities to my family and friends, now I want to be there for them.

My older sister feels like my Dad was the only one who cared for her, and now that he is gone, she feels that no one in her family cares for her. Let me assure you, that is furthest from the truth. I have let her, and all my family know that if they need someone to be there for them in a dark hour, that I am their man. I may not be able to give any physical help, but I can be there for them, without judgment for anything they might have done, or said. With love and compassion and that's it.

It is hard to change from a recluse who doesn't want to "deal" with the issues their friends and family might be having, but running from problems does not make them go away. And I have always run, but not anymore, though I know it will be difficult to be different. One day at a time I guess.

It's hard to explain how the death of my father can affect so much change, or at least the desire, in me. Either way, I have vowed to try and be a better brother, a better friend, because in the end the only thing that really matters are those around us. Not money, not the things we have, but the loved ones who need us to be there for them. And I will try to the best of my ability to be there when they need me.

So, out of death comes change. My faith in my friends, my family, and myself is renewed. Through light and love we can conquer anything.

I know this might all sound a little over dramatic, but it is how I feel about it. It's not a bad change in my mind. I see it as a positive, and I just hope I can live up to what I have set before me. I guess time will tell.

Sithy, I'm sorry for your loss.

I understand your explanation, been there.

The passing of a loved one is a harsh reminder of how fleeting life is. On any given day the "best" we can do is be there.

Please don't sell yourself short. Thru the creation of the mag, you've created a community. A community, me the ever skeptic feels welcomed in.

You see, your achievement is beyond just a magazine. It's a full circle. /smile.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt='' />

Thank you!

Funny, most of us met over a tv show. Look how the community grew!

Thru my experience with my father's death, I've learned to ask my daughters "if" their happy.

Achievements have become the least important to me.

Your words touched me. Oddly, my father's death has brought about a change in me. Whereas before I would rather shirk my responsibilities to my family and friends, now I want to be there for them.

My older sister feels like my Dad was the only one who cared for her, and now that he is gone, she feels that no one in her family cares for her. Let me assure you, that is furthest from the truth. I have let her, and all my family know that if they need someone to be there for them in a dark hour, that I am their man. I may not be able to give any physical help, but I can be there for them, without judgment for anything they might have done, or said. With love and compassion and that's it.

It is hard to change from a recluse who doesn't want to "deal" with the issues their friends and family might be having, but running from problems does not make them go away. And I have always run, but not anymore, though I know it will be difficult to be different. One day at a time I guess.

It's hard to explain how the death of my father can affect so much change, or at least the desire, in me. Either way, I have vowed to try and be a better brother, a better friend, because in the end the only thing that really matters are those around us. Not money, not the things we have, but the loved ones who need us to be there for them. And I will try to the best of my ability to be there when they need me.

So, out of death comes change. My faith in my friends, my family, and myself is renewed. Through light and love we can conquer anything.

I know this might all sound a little over dramatic, but it is how I feel about it. It's not a bad change in my mind. I see it as a positive, and I just hope I can live up to what I have set before me. I guess time will tell.

Chad, if this is how you truly feel, then I have no doubt in my mind about your ability to change.......and as you said....take it one day at a time.

So, take care my friend and relish in your family and friends.

Also remember......we are here for you.

I hope he will treat you better in the next life than he did in this one.

None the less, I am sorry for your loss. If he did know about your work with the magazine and paranormal, perhaps he did truely admire your work and was ultimately proud of you. Men are known for their non-communicative ways. /dry.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':D' />

I can tell you this.... that you are a person a father should be proud of. I would be if you were my son.

Your words touched me. Oddly, my father's death has brought about a change in me. Whereas before I would rather shirk my responsibilities to my family and friends, now I want to be there for them.

My older sister feels like my Dad was the only one who cared for her, and now that he is gone, she feels that no one in her family cares for her. Let me assure you, that is furthest from the truth. I have let her, and all my family know that if they need someone to be there for them in a dark hour, that I am their man. I may not be able to give any physical help, but I can be there for them, without judgment for anything they might have done, or said. With love and compassion and that's it.

It is hard to change from a recluse who doesn't want to "deal" with the issues their friends and family might be having, but running from problems does not make them go away. And I have always run, but not anymore, though I know it will be difficult to be different. One day at a time I guess.

It's hard to explain how the death of my father can affect so much change, or at least the desire, in me. Either way, I have vowed to try and be a better brother, a better friend, because in the end the only thing that really matters are those around us. Not money, not the things we have, but the loved ones who need us to be there for them. And I will try to the best of my ability to be there when they need me.

So, out of death comes change. My faith in my friends, my family, and myself is renewed. Through light and love we can conquer anything.

I know this might all sound a little over dramatic, but it is how I feel about it. It's not a bad change in my mind. I see it as a positive, and I just hope I can live up to what I have set before me. I guess time will tell.

I just found out my Dad is dead. I don't know the circumstances, all I know is they found him not breathing, and couldn't revive him. Strange how you know someone your entire life, but realize, once it is too late, how much we don't really know those prominent people once they pass.

Me and my Father never had a real close relationship, hell as far as I know he never acknowledged my work with the magazine, at least he never said to me, "Good job son." And I think in a way I have been trying to get his approval for most of my life, to "do right" so to speak, to make him proud.

But now he's gone. So, do I say now I have nothing left to prove? I guess not, there is always my son and daughter who I can try to "do right" for, but not my Dad any more.

Believing what I do, I can reconcile his death. I will miss him, but I also know that he has moved on to the next life. And being a believer in reincarnation, soul groups, and soul contracts, I know I will see him again. In other words, this is not the end. Maybe his purpose was to push me beyond what I thought I was capable and for that I thank him.

So, now I will mourn his passing, and deep down I know we will meet again, most likely in the next life.

I will miss you Dad, Godspeed.

I hope he will treat you better in the next life than he did in this one.

None the less, I am sorry for your loss. If he did know about your work with the magazine and paranormal, perhaps he did truely admire your work and was ultimately proud of you. Men are known for their non-communicative ways. /dry.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':D' />

I can tell you this.... that you are a person a father should be proud of. I would be if you were my son.

I just found out my Dad is dead. I don't know the circumstances, all I know is they found him not breathing, and couldn't revive him. Strange how you know someone your entire life, but realize, once it is too late, how much we don't really know those prominent people once they pass.

Me and my Father never had a real close relationship, hell as far as I know he never acknowledged my work with the magazine, at least he never said to me, "Good job son." And I think in a way I have been trying to get his approval for most of my life, to "do right" so to speak, to make him proud.

But now he's gone. So, do I say now I have nothing left to prove? I guess not, there is always my son and daughter who I can try to "do right" for, but not my Dad any more.

Believing what I do, I can reconcile his death. I will miss him, but I also know that he has moved on to the next life. And being a believer in reincarnation, soul groups, and soul contracts, I know I will see him again. In other words, this is not the end. Maybe his purpose was to push me beyond what I thought I was capable and for that I thank him.

So, now I will mourn his passing, and deep down I know we will meet again, most likely in the next life.

I will miss you Dad, Godspeed.

I am so sorry for your loss. My deepest condolences.

Liz

strangely, chad, it's been my experience that the loss of a parent we aren't 'close to' can be harder than the one we were. don't second guess yourself: you know who you are. sending light to you.

My dad died 20 years ago and I still miss him.

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