My dad was there for me he was nice and kind he loved me then my mom got a separation and he soon stopped trying to see me. Soon I started to think he was the most amazing thing ever and i told everyone about him. Then he died. He had cancer and in my eyes he just became a even bigger hero to me. just a week or so ago it hit me he was never there for me. Sure he might have cared but not every much. and now i have finally rapped my mind around what its like to have a dead beet dad