I blame She for the conflicted feelings you have when someone you really didn't like dies tragically.
SOULMATES!
My biological father is lying in a hospital bed dying of cirrhosis. He walked away from me (and my sister and brother) when we were kids to pursue a life devoted to alcohol. He eventually remarried a lovely, codependent enabler who thinks he's on the Pope's shortlist for sainthood. Fun times! My brother and sister stopped all contact with him about 10 years ago when they moved to Alberta. I always maintained contact with him but it was definitely one sided.
He's in the hospital in serious condition (Dr's figure a month or so to live). So... since I am so nice I begged/bribed my brother and sister to travel east to visit him one last time. Big mistake. His wife was a fucking menace - telling us we were horrible children who had no idea what a great man our father was and how we were all a huge disappointment to him.
Ok.... so they're flying
back tomorrow.
I'm not sure why I'm feeling this huge sense of obligation but I'm still spending 5-6 hours a day with him at the hospital. And it's not like dying is making him a kinder, gentler person. He's still acting like an asswipe with a chip on his shoulder. I'm pretty much to the point of asking his Dr "When is he gonna die already????". How sad is that?
This is probably the most real/personal thing I have ever posted. I don't know why I'm posting this here since I hate like everybody on this board (except for 3 of you, maybe 4 on a good day
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