My dad is not a nice person, and on top of that, he fell down the Q-hole and every conspiracy train there was.

He's dying, slowly. He's still walking and talking but he's skin and bone, not eating, sleeping a lot. All the things I saw happen with my grandfolks in the months leading up to their own deaths. He has pulmonary fibrosis and was given 2-5 years, that was 3 years ago. He's forsaken treatments (evil pharma) and stopped seeing doctors earlier this year after a blood cancer scare.

I just don't know how to feel about it. He's my dad but he also sucks. He wasn't a great father, if he could have pretended he wasn't a dad, he would have. He spoke frequently of how much he hated mum and wanted a divorce but couldn't afford it (& seeing her not cope over his withering away makes me angry from that). But I don't think I should feel nothing.

@gabzi3la My dad is similar and on his way out too. My mother always used to say something along the lines of don't say something ugly because you don't know if it'll be the last thing you say to someone. That's been heavy on my mind. He's a terrible person who was terribly abusive but maybe two wrongs don't make a right.