My father commited suicide when i was 5 years old. Who the hell can remember back to 5 years old. Between pictures and faint memories I have less than a few good moments in my head with him. It has made me a stronger person no doubt. I deal with things in a way that most people get disguisted at. Someone dies, i say "They lived a good life... they were lucky. Im sure there glad its over" But I can't help but think what I lost from not having a father. Though having one of the best mothers and older sisters in the world, i was raised without a father. Kind of re-inforces my belief that there is no god. And I always seem to think about the point in life. So much pain and suffering in life for there to be a GOD. A sick disguisting being one must be to torchure us like this. i guess thats it..