While some people are being sad that their father passed or their father is a dick or their father is a drunk… I’m sitting here, thinking about my father. And how he wanted nothing to do with me until I begged him to live with him for a year. As a result I got caught for graffiti tagging and I was kicked out of cold lake for 2 years. My father now realizes that I’m his son wether he likes it or not. Before I lived with him he would skip out on child support, never make time for me during the summer even when I was visiting, and he rarely called me. He still rarely calls me but now he shows he cares. All I’m saying is that it’s less painful knowing you had a father who was there for you and cared about and died that way, or is a drunk or a prick but is still there. Then a father who didn’t want anything to do with you until you earned his love. That is all.