From 4 to 18 years old, I remember neglect, insults, you divorcing Mom, then getting remarried, you loving your new daughter more than me; us becoming estranged.
Then 24 years later, you showed up at my door, saying your daughter died, your wife left you and begged me for another chance.
I reluctantly agreed. We went fishing. We went on long car rides. We talked, we cried. I forgave you. I loved you again.
Then you died. That's the meanest thing you've ever done to me, Dad.