Monday I got a call that my father had passed.
I miss him.
I wish, I wish, I wish that his life had been different, that my life had been different. He paid a neighbor to drive to Illinois to rescue me and had to rent the car.
Then he abused me too.
Going through his stuff reminded me of the good things he did for me this year which won't be in vain. He was so worried that it would be in vain. His issues were something you could see plainly and openly, not hidden in some constant scheming as the sociopath does. Sick none-the-less.
I love you Dad.