The pain of losing a parent at this young of an age is unbelievable. I blamed myself everyday thinking that I could've stopped him from going to work...that I could've saved my father's life. I was diagnosed with depression because of how much it hurt me. What makes it even worse is that as i'm growing up, everytime that I go see my father's grave I always have to relive that awful moment and that I get so upset at the graveyard I start thinking about suicide just so that I can see him again. But i'm slowly getting over that issue.
I just want people to know that no matter how much hatred you have towards a family member, no matter what the issue is don't let problems come between your family. One day you might wake up and they might not be there anymore.
