Dad died a month ago

I claim a slice of hell as well as heaven by knowing that I was not the daughter I wanted to be to this man.

It's taken some time and a lot of physical movement and work just for the sake of moving to get out of my funereal rut but it is time to post this and get on with it.  There is so much more to do now that life has taken many more educational turns for me.

No need for mea culpa if action can be taken to combat the guilt and pain of not trying.  It is time to try.