About 2 years ago my dad died, I only met him a hand full of times and most of which were some terrible days but my sister (who i didn't know all that well either) asked me to come at least so i could get to know some of the family I'd never met. So i eventually decided I'd go to the wake afterwards. My dad had 5 other children, I'd only met my sister though. The turned out to be much better than i expected, I met the three brothers I had honestly longed to know. Since then we've met up often and I've regulary messaged them, just making up for the years that I didn't have with them. But it hasn't been easy, they speak about our dad like he was some sort of hero yet all I've ever heard about him and seen of him is the complete opposite. It's like they don't believe when I tell them what he was like but it's something I still have nightmares about now, honestly i was relieved when he died as horrible as that sounds. Besides from that we get on but it's not really something i can ignore