His death was significant at that time in my life because it was that time when I was seriously re-discovering myself. There certainly is something to the Oedipal thinking that a boy must (figuratively) kill his father to become his own man. I know with him not there looking over my shoulder or me looking to him for approval, I was able to break away to become the freak I am today. *chuckles* I know I reared up and gave a paw to the face to my uncle last year when he tried acting like a father figure in a disciplinarian way. I told him he needed to back the fuck up because I was not the little boy he tried to make me. On the one paw I miss that close relationship I had with family, but on the other paw family can be very over-rated when its a place where you're always judged by how well you stack up to everyone else.
So I still miss you, Dad, after 10 years. I wish you could be here watching me fursuit and make people happy. You helped me into fursuit back in 1985, so I think you might find it funny even today. I'd also like to thank those who helped me get through this time 10 years ago. Some have vanished. Some have faded (miss you berin). And some are still great friends (love ya dexter_fox)