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My dad passed away when I was 10, in late April of 2014. Been 13 years of not having him for father’s day. Don’t remember what we even did for most of those few fathers days I got with him, just a blur for me.

I try to stay off the internet for most of the day and distract myself so I don’t spend the entire day crying. Doesn’t work very well, still end up crying for a good chunk of the day. Just wish I got one more Father’s Day with him.

Thanks. He's rubbish.

Does it count when you grieve the version of your dad you thought you had. Like my dad was a good father at times and taught us good values but is completely homophobic and conservative. He kicked me out when I came out. I mourned the relationship would never be the same with both parents.

How does it feel to have a father..?

My dad died 5 years ago. He was not a perfect man, but he was good. He loved his kids more than anything. He died because of a medical procedure that he was too scared to tell us the details about. I miss him a lot. He never got to know that he had a second daughter, but i am certain he would have loved and supported me through my transition.

Mine died while we were talking on the phone. He had been rushed to the hospital (hiding how bad his cancer was), went into cardiac arrest, got revived, called me and said hello and asked how I was. I asked how he was and he said okay, normal voice. That was it.

The world became a slightly better place when my dad died.

It's in the middle.

He's not malicious but he's not warm and fuzzy. He's very short sighted and he has done hurtful things towards my mother, which in turn made my childhood a bit unstable(cheated on my mother, divorce when I was 8, got back together when I was 17, cheated again). He tries to do nice things for me and my brother but it's when he thinks about it.

I'm sure a lot of people would take that over what they have though.

My dad suddenly died a few weeks ago. We didn't have a relationship, though I tried a few times over the years. Definitely going thru grief, but I think a lot of it is grieving what I never got to have.

I loved my father. He was also a fucking idiot.

My manufacturer decided he would rather have his memories of the "My depressed son" mask he forced me to wear than know his daughter who actually knows how to smile now. Hed rather message me about how hurt he is by my being happy.

I continue to hold out a vain hope that maybe one day he comes around but for now he refuses to even sit down and have a conversation with me about it because the idea of my being trans makes him feel icky.

Mine was an alcoholic and died when I was 19 because of it, but had already been kicked out the house for a few years prior. He was an okay dad I guess in as much that he never hit or yelled at me and tried to get me things I wanted, he was just always drunk. I know he was a shitty husband to my mom. They fought a lot.

I wish I had the chance to have an adult relationship with my dad.