I Cannot Forget the Past
You died a few weeks ago....at 70....gosh I didn't even know you were that old. You were my biological father, who I hadn't spoken to in over 10 years. For 14 years we lived in the same town and we only spoke twice that I remember.
You went your way....I went my way....
You know....I have no fond memories of you... I only remember the pain... like when I was 11 you tried to kill mom and me. Oh yeah and how you almost got me killed when I was 8 or 9. How you used to the beat the crap out of my brother on a weekly basis. How when he died...you were so upset...was that another lie or were you upset? I am your only living relation....but you had your beer, your girlfriend and her kids and grankids...
I took your death harder than I had ever thought I could have. I guess my husband said it best.....no matter what you did or had done....you were still my father. I just wish that I had one good memory of you, but what you left me with was just painful memories and a lot of pain.