I remember the day my mom got that phone call that my dad had passed; I was just 10. I wasn't sad I was angry with the world that god had chosen him. I was angry that I was not notified when he was sick & then passed away! I remember the last time I saw my dad I was angry with him and I said I diden't want to see him again, not knowing that would be the last time i'd ever get to see him.. If he were here I'd say " dad, I'm so sorry I was mad with you I was only 10, I diden't know what was going on. Please forgive me :( I wish I can just give you a hug" I keep his spirit alive by telling his grandkids stories about him.. I just wish you were here.