my dad

  My dad died a few days ago.  I have mixed emotions about it, because he was emotionally abusive to me.  I kept wanting him to be my father.  I kept wanting him to love me.  He rarely to never called me.  When I was young, he would be the one to punish me.  I started praying for my dad to have a beautiful happy life and a beautiful happy family.  Then my stepmother told me that he died of cancer, that he only knew for two weeks that he was sick.  I never got to say goodbye.  Goodbye Dad, sorry that I could never make you proud of me.