So many dovetails. I finally stopped drinking in '93. Ten years into sobriety and trying to prove I was worthy of love I tried one more time to connect with my father's heart. Ten seconds in he bellowed, "I WOULDN'T HAVE DONE ANYTHING DIFFERENT." Ten years later he croaked—demented and still enraged. I too wrote a memoir during covid vacation. His part was small, but my ability to see and understand the horribly abused child he was allowed me to finally forgive and let Roy go. That was huge.