Well, after 4+ decades of lies, drama and bullshit, here we are. Finally uncovering the untold truths and things that created a pain so intense and so complex that I don’t know how you managed all of it. Having my own travels to that dark place where nothing seems like it can ever make anything better, or not hurt all the time, I can not blame you for where you were when you left us. The anger I feel on your behalf makes me scream, cry and curse those who did all of this to you. Now that your dad has passed and his veil of perfection has been lifted, I can breathe a little. I know his "real" family. You know the ones he acknowledge, will never know your truth or the truth that it created for me. It’s not part of the picture perfect version of him they all knew. They erased his past, even when they were told what happened to you and to me, they turned a blind eye. They only see what they want to see. But I see you daddy, I see me now too. This is for you and for me. This is for all of us that were touched by your absence and the impact of loosing you. I am breaking the chains of generational trauma and secret keeping, once and for all. 

Next Chapter: The Blame Games