Bye dad. You died last night just after midnight, in case you didn’t know.
You did a pretty good job at life, especially given what you started with.
You were always disappointed with me, I know. I can’t help that, and I think it was a bit unfair of you. But you couldn’t help your feelings could you? I’m not a fighter. Not a sportsman. Never liked football like you did. I liked ‘girly’ sports like gymnastics, and I couldn’t stand to watch any sports. We were quite different in many ways.
So we were distant. I learned that we could be civil to eachother if we kept our distance. The last few years were nicer.
It’s strange to lose a parent who was always disappointed in you - even when you had made peace with that and stopped trying to please someone whose expectations you could never live up to. Their death just drives home how sad the whole thing is/was.
