my dad is still alive, but i think in a metaphorical way, like he died. brain not functioning as well as it used to so bear with me. think its more like he died inside for me. because he willn ever be the father i want him to be. and everydya when i see him i am reminded of how he was and how he could have been. and they just don't match up. its always on my mind even if im not thinking of it consciously. i used ot think i could get over it quickly and just accept that i cant change him and let go. ive been really stressed about that. i think i cant force myself so now im going to try push myself a bit less. and think of myself instead.