My dad has been dead for over a decade. He had dementia so in some ways his death was a relief. Sadly we never had a great relationship as my mother played us kids as pawns against him in her bizarre controlling toxic way.
I'm NC with my mother now but I so regret I never got to know him.
He was a good gentle bloke. By the time I realised how toxic my mother was and got the balls to stand up to her a bit he already had dementia.
No idea why I'm posting this.
Just thinking about him today on Father's Day