It warms my heart and makes me happy to read of so many happy, loving childhoods, but please just try and be thankful that you had them. I am sure there are others like me who, even at 78, whose first waking thought is 'Phew, you're not a child any more. Get up, you're on a roll. Your mother can't hurt you or your father stand weakly by and let it happen,' Hugs to you, Kandinsky, and everyone else still grieving.
Small things that make you feel happy
AIBU to say that husband was irresponsible?


