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Four years ago today, at around this time in the evening, I was in North Middlesex Hospital, crying, with my family members, around a hospital bed, with my Father's body on it. After he died, I couldn't touch him or hold his hand like the others. I never even went to see his body before the funeral. Everyone said that I should, but I couldn't bring myself to. I haven't even been to his grave since we buried the ashes in february '02. This all hurts so much. No matter how busy I keep myself, how happy I think I am, how close I am to being ok about this all, I'm hurting so much inside. I haven't gotten over it at all. I have no closure... (I can't allow it)
Charles Antal Nagy
February 13th 1939 - December 20th 2001