Growing up I had a fair share of life like any other person when I was 6 my parents broke up and the fight they had affect me in a way that my mom never allowed me to see my father or any communication with him.
After a while my mother got married to another man and so did my father found another woman but the situation remains like that, I tried to solve the problem but I did not win as I am writing now my father died last month.
After years of not seeing him I had to see him in the coffin, the pain doesn't go away I still wonder how life could have been if he was around.
The pain and grieve hurts I do not have anyone to talk to or cry to since my mom did not get along with my father... I am still mourning n hopefully one day all will be well and I will see the light