Does anyone still miss their parents?

No, not really. My dad died when I was 19, so I've had a long time to get used to him not being here - and my mum died several years ago after a long battle with dementia, so it felt like I'd lost her a good few years before that. I didn't have a great relationship with my mum in any case.

Yes, every single day of my life.

Sometimes the loss and grief can be as raw as it was on Day 1 - but at least on Day 1 you don't really take in or believe what has happened to you.

I do think grief can be a bit more difficult to manage if you live alone - more time to dwell and reflect. I often think there must be something wrong with me for still feeling the pain and loss so acutely.

Yes, I miss them terribly and the world they inhabited.

Hang on to the memories. These good parents are part of you and always will be. Sadly I do not have good memories to treasure. But that's life.

Definitely. I am on the same page as you. Not a day goes by when I won't say 'Oh, mum/dad used to say....' There are still so many questions I would love to ask them about the old days during the 20s, 30s and 40s. I now actively pursue hobbies they had i.e. baking and art and it is sort of comforting to know I walk in their foot steps. Gone but never ever forgotten.

I still miss my parents, especially my Mum, even though they've both been gone a very long time. There are things I wish I'd asked them about their childhoods and experiences during the war, and so much I long to tell them.

A young couple nextdoor go off to visit their parents every Saturday and I wish it could be me visiting mine.

I have poor health and spend a lot of time on my own so probably I dwell on things too much.

Still miss my parents and my grandparents. Still am influenced by things that especially my father advised and told me. My mother had dementia for the last few years and were a time of great stress. When she died I felt a mixture of great sorrow and relief. I mourned the lovely mum I had been fortunate to have before the brain damage caused by strokes. I mourned my dad who had been so devoted to her until the very end and who died just a few years later of bowel cancer. My mother was eighty and my father 85. I remember going home on a train not long after he had died and being unable to stop the tears running down my face. I was conscious of people looking at me but could do nothing.