Quotes About Loss

I feel like I died as a child.

My second wife, the mother of one of my sons, died of murder. I was not with her, but I could have saved her. I think.

When my father died, I did not cry. When my cat died three days later, I cried a lot.

My real father died when I was two years old, so I never knew him. He was a barber in Chicago.

My mother died on my birthday.

When Andy died, I just drank to dumb my mind.

I know what you go through when you learn someone close to you has died.

I remember the day my mother died, and it's still hard to talk about it. I just blocked it out.

When my mother died, we had the coffin at home. Like, old-school - you have the coffin at home so all the people can come and see the person. And her coffin was next to my room, so I used to go in and stand on a chair and look at her. You know, it's open coffin and stuff.

My father died when I was five, but I grew up in a strong family.

I met Gemma, my wife, when she was 12. She had a schoolgirl crush on me and her dad had arranged for her to meet me. Later, she started coming to my concerts, but I only got to know her well after her mother died. I rang to see how she was, and that's how it started.

Well, my mother, I knew until I was 13. She died when I was 13.

But when my mother died, I found that I did not believe that she was gone.

I was kind of a misfit, and when my mother died, I had to become an adult, something that I never thought I would ever be.

My mother's cross was given to me when she died. I like to have it always close to me.

I've had dialogues with my dead mother over the 40 years since she died.

I grew up in a house full of faith, and my mother died when I was a little girl, and I found comfort in my faith.

I have lost almost every friend that I had before Casey died.

My father died the year I was elected to Congress: 1987.

It's been difficult for me to get my head around Diana's death or talk about it. After she died, things were difficult, very difficult. We all have our own traumas and get on with it. But when it's there in your face year in, year out, it's hard.

My son died for lies.

In truth, I barely knew my father at all. He was 53 when I was born, and when I was ten he contracted cancer. Eight years later, in 1979, he died.

My father died when I was 7. I was his favorite child, and he was my beloved father. I brought him along with me all through my life. Every elderly man has a bit of my father in him for me.

Jill Clayburgh's life so closely paralleled mine, I feel as though a part of me lived a little through her and died a little with her.