I lost my dad two years and a half ago but somehow I did not start grieving his death until seven month ago when I moved to another city. Two years after his death, I was caring for mom and going through issues from the past. I miss my dad and feel that he is with me all the time. For the first time, I started feeling what he felt in the past: his frustrations and pains and what he really was about. I cry and feel guilty for not understanding him earlier and perhaps found a solution to be around him and to help him. I always say to him forgive me dad; I was blind. I blamed for everything went wrong in my life; and I understand now it is not his fault. Each of us is born with a set of circumstances that we have to deal with and it is not the fault of our parents. Love you dad and miss you every day.