After you lose someone so close to you, you’re never the same. It’s like a knife cuts to your core it’s a feeling no one else will ever understand because it’s different for everyone. Personally I lost my father at a young age and it affected me in a way I know none of my friends will ever understand. Because I lost him when I was so young a grew up with the burden of always having to explain why I’m not making this Father’s Day project why my dad didn’t show up to some event. Also the burden of accepting the man my mother found as someone I should look up to which I still haven’t and never think I will. Yet I deal with it because I have to and over all I think its helped me because I’m more independent than many, and I’m able to cope with death much more easily.