That's easy to answer; there aren't words to describe how much I miss my Mother, my Dad died when I was so young, I barely remember how wonderful a man he was. That's scary; when you don't remember much about a deceased loved one. For years, friends of my parents reminded me of Dad's greatness, but now we're so scattered. I didn't have the opportunity to say "good-bye;" Dad died of a massive coronary. He stopped at a traffic light when driving home from work-and never started again. Oh, Lord, just writing this makes me so sad, even though it's been well over 40 years.
Dad died when I was just 16 and recovering from a severe illness; I was just beginning to appreciate all that a father is and does. He was taken from so many worlds prematurely and these last 40+ years, I know he wished he could be at his 5 children's' graduations, weddings, see their grandchildren grow up. He left behind a young wife and 5 children; 5 years ago, my mother joined her husband. The only comfort, that that brought me, was that my mother and father are having a joyous time in heaven.