My dad died in a car crash when I was 4 years old. I have always thought I was missing something. I have since visited his grave 3 times dressed. Each time I sit on the ground next to the head stone, I pull the long grass from round the stone and make it look as good as possible. I talk with him and ask what he thinks of me as a person and who I am. I don't know if he would approve or understand. I always wonder if I would be different if he were around. It is quite a walk from the car to the grave site and I don't know if anyone has seen me or not but I don't really care if they did. Sorry for this just missing my dad.