Respectfully not in, but great stories. Makes the eyes a little watery. My dad hasn’t had an easy life. His father was an orphan, who grew up on the streets for the most part, and as he aged, became a severe alcoholic. My dad told me that my grandfather would disappear for days on end on a binge and he and granny would have to go look for him. They would eventually find him passed out in an alley or on a bench somewhere and bring him home. My dad grew up around that; watching his father destroy himself with alcohol. There were nights in the winter where the heat would be shut off because the bill wasn’t paid and my dad (as a very young child) would have to wrap himself in every blanket in the house just to stay warm enough to sleep..my grandfather died before I was born, so I never knew him. My dad said that he was very loving, sweet, and protective. From the pictures I’ve seen he was a big strong man, and very handsome. My dad said that when he walked into a room, the women would just stare at him longingly. But he had his demons and they eventually killed him. Although he loved my dad, childhood was miserable. My dad grew up and put himself through college and law school. Things were looking up. When I was 5 years old, his mother (my granny) was murdered in cold blood. My dad was devastated, and this changed him forever. He became paranoid, angry, resentful..and understandably so. The woman who held that family together through all of the **** my grandfather put her through was gone, and gone in a bloody, terrifying way. 10 years ago, my brother (who was 20 at the time) developed a devastating neurological disease that has rendered him completely incapacitated, requiring 24hr care at home. The money my dad had put away all those years for retirement has all been used for medical expenses. He will never retire. I write this not to be a downer, but to recognize him for his dedication to his family. Despite the ****ed up life he has had, he is there, taking care of his ill son, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. And he will likely continue until his death. I am lucky to have him as a father, because he has shown me what love and dedication really are. I love you dad, and I pray that you find peace, and I pray that you live to see your son recover, God willing.