My Dad Died Quotes

My dad died when I was three so my mom had to raise four kids on her own, and I think there’s a part of me that pulls upon having watched my mom do that our whole lives. She had to make it work.

My dad died in May of ’97. The effects of his death immediately were not all that hard, but a year or two later it hit, when my job as Dad was sort of done and I was sending my kids to college. And somehow, the emotional intensity of that event mixed with the loss of my own dad, was kind of upsetting.

Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.

It is easier for a father to have children than for children to have a real father.

The greatest gift I ever had
Came from God; I call him Dad!

A father carries pictures where his money used to be.

My dad died when I was 14. It was very sudden, traumatic, and confusing. I always felt I could have gone down a bad road at that point, but I made a choice to be a winner.

My dad died, and my grandfather died, and my great-grandfather died. And the guy before him, I don’t know. Probably died.

My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.

My dad died when I was a kid, so I think it became a place for me to go where my mom knew that I was safe and taken care of and looked after.

My dad died when I was young. He was a good and decent man. There are a few things he would say that have just always stuck with me. He’d say, “Son, you’re either part of the problem or part of the solution.” Well, regrettably, President Obama has become part of the problem, and Mitt Romney is the solution.

My father – until the day that my dad died – didn’t know how many points you scored in a touchdown. He could say there were nine innings in baseball, but no intricacies of the sport.

At my dad’s funeral I didn’t cry when my dad died. I did it years later when I forgave him, which I’ve totally forgiven him and I loved my dad.

When my dad died a lot of songs came, and they’re still coming.

Mom was 50 when my Dad died. She got on a bus every weekday for years, and rode 40 miles each morning to Madison. She earned a new degree and learned new skills to start her small business. It wasn’t just a new livelihood. It was a new life.

My Dad died during the flu epidemic in 1918 when I was 4 years old. He left a lot of classical recordings behind that I began listening to at an early age, so he must have been a music lover.

I’ve learned that each day is definitely a gift. When my dad died, I made sure I said everything to him. I realized that once he’s gone, he’s gone. No matter how angry or resentful or whatever.