I'm not sure there is much to say. In less than 2 hours, I'll face 2019, knowing my father isn't alive and wont be with me, this up-coming year. I get married in four months, and my father wont be walking me down the aisle. We weren't on speaking terms, but I had planned before this year ended to speak with him. He was doing so well. And I was proud. Trust was getting built from a far and I had planned to confront him, and give him a chance. It was not suppose to end like this.