(NY, NY, USA)
My dad was the funniest, vivacious, sincere and the most caring individual. He was the pillar of my life, and when he passed on January 22, 2011 my world came crashing down. He was 86 when he passed and it all started after he broke his hip 2 1/2 years ago. He was initially in lot of pain then he stopped walking altogether, and then his memory started fail. The last two weeks he did not leave his bed, except the last day when he got up talked to my mom ate dinner and then died. After he died it felt like someone just removed a part of me, I can't get used to it. Since we connected thru music, everytime I hear some music I remember him, and the grief starts again. What was worst was when my dad passed away I could not make it to the funeral because it was 5000 miles away. I feel guilty that I wasn't able to see him and hug him one last time.