I've always been technically closer to my mom, but my dad and I got along well. He and I shared a lot of interests in terms of music and literature (he was my mentor when it came to the appreciation of jazz, and we shared much love for classic English lit and poetry). The hardest thing I've ever had to do was watch him die. There was no person on the face of planet earth that I had more respect and admiration for. Every day since he's been gone there's been a hole in my heart that feels sincerely depleted because I no longer have his gruff reassurance, his Irish temper to kick me in the ass when I needed it, or his always wise advice.
My mom and I have always been closer on a more personal level, though. She listens to me whenever I have anything to say, and though she really hates some of my hobbies and interests because she's a very hardcore Christian woman, that's also one of the things I admire most about her. We talk endlessly about politics and society and what is or isn't morally acceptable or enriching. We talk about why I do some of the crazy things I do, and I try to help her understand my music and writing when it's plainly obvious that it goes against the grain for her. And while she'll never agree with me on everything or love everything I do, she's remarkable in her willingness to try and understand.
I couldn't have ever asked for better parents, or hell, for a better family. My sister is amazing too, and even though we're 10 years apart, we've always been really close. She's one of my best friends, and my only regret is that we're both so busy we don't get to see each other or spend quality time together much anymore. I thank God every day for my family. I'm more than lucky to have them, and I'd be a pretty shitty person without their love and influence.