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This weekend I lost my dad. It's a moment I've been preparing for for a long time, and yet now that it's here, it's still very tough. He loved me, and he loved being my dad, but he also loved alcohol more. That made being his daughter very tough. Especially after my mom was no longer here to play the middle man. I'm sad he spent so much of the end alone, but I also know that I cannot change the decisions he made. This grief is mixed with relief and that is all the more difficult to process. Rest easy, Dad.