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The saddest moment was a day when I sat in my bedroom with the door locked and a hacksaw blade in my hands thinking how much I hated being a burden to my family. I wanted to end it all...I just didn't have the guts to do it. I still feel that way and think I always will.
 

For me, the saddest moment of my life was when I realized that my father was incappable of loving me the way that I thought he should. I have always craved the attention, adoration and praise from my father, but he would run in the other direction just as fast as he could. I never understood that until years later when I was in counseling and realized that my father just has no idea how to love me. The more I thought about that the more I realized that not only does he not know how to love me, he does not know how to love my sister, my half-brother, or his 3 wives.

Jesus says to love other's better than yourselves. To put others before yourselves. To lay down my life for my husband. This is hard to do, even for me. But for my dad it is impossible. His desire to be rich has overshadowed everything important in his life.
 

The saddest moment in my life was the morning I realized that no matter how much love and care and prayer you give, death can still come in the dark of night and steal away all you hold dear... and never has to ask permission.
 

It is hard to find a precise "moment" of sadness. Rather I find that I have a saddest event, which lasted several months. It involves the discovery of a stomach cancer in my friend Brian's mother, Pat. Brian was a high school friend who moved to another state, along with his parents, within a couple years after graduation. So I was not present for the months the disease was killing her. If I had been present, this "saddest moment" would have been much worse. I loved spending time at Brian house during our high school years. It was a refuge from my own which usually seemed to be a hostile environment. I adored Pat. I remember Brian's parents always told him they loved him. That made me feel good, yet strange, because I never heard it at my house. Thinking about this now, I guess I would have to say seeing Pat in her coffin would be the saddest moment of this saddest event.
 

The saddest moment of my life was when my father in law died very suddenly. He went to the hospital at 8:00 pm on a Monday night and died Tuesday at 8:00 am. Everything in our lives changed at that moment, never to be the same again. Pap was more of a father to me than my own dad, and I'll always miss him.
 

It was the 4th of July 1994 when I lost everything and became homeless. I had gotten out of the military 2 years earlier, was living in Florida and unable to find a fulltime job.