A not so timely post since I found out about a week ago.
He was my father but not my Dad. I had only limited dealings with him since my mother left him when I was about 2 or 3. He was a smart man, but very troubled. He fought “demons” all his life including depression, alcoholism, mental illness, and drug dependency; but he also fought hard to shake those demons. I respect him for the fact that he created me and my brother.
Thankfully now he can rest.
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