To My Father, Dad there were many times I did not understand why you done some of the things you did, but I understand know. Mom loved you dearly and yet you treated her like she had no feelings. I find somedays like it was when I was growing up. Dad I wish you could have been there more for us sober. I know you were not alway drinking, but there were nights we sat up in bed knowing that when you came home you and mom would argue. We love you Dad and always will. There are nights I sit outside and stare up at the stars wondering if you and mom are watching us and if you are proud of us today. Love your Daughter Tina
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